Status Updates From Lending Light (Gives Light ...

He tipped his head back and my lips fell down intuitively to meet his. He smiled into my mouth. I felt his hands sifting into my hair, wrapping whole strands around his knuckles. Maybe kissing Sky was my natural, default state, and the reason I'd been such a disagreeable person all my life was because I hadn't been kissing him all my life. You take a starfish out of the ocean, you watch how irritable it gets.

Sky broke away from my lips. I locked my arms tight around his back. I couldn't bear to let him go. I couldn't take my eyes off his lips, which looked like magic to me. It struck me as insane that the simple act of touching somebody's mouth with your own could be as all-encompassing as this was. It struck me as even more insane that this was a form of communication all its own, more effective even than words.

I crushed him into me and brought our mouths together. His mouth moved on mine until my lips parted. Stars burst behind my eyes in every color, in every texture. I'd never thought that colors had a texture before. Sky showed me otherwise. Green felt soft and fuzzy. Blue felt fleeting and sleek. White was everything, overwhelming, a sensory overload. Sky was everything; Sky was sensory overload.

Kiss me, Sky said.

He had a voice. I don't care who says otherwise. His voice sounded the same way that comfortable silences sound, especially the ones spent in the presence of your closest friends. It was familiar in the way of family and friends, but far more. Remember the first time you closed your eyes to discover lights behind them? That's how familiar.

Kiss me.

Watching Sky made me feel like nothing could hurt me. I knew that didn't make sense, but nothing about Sky made sense. Everywhere he went, he practically glowed. He saw beauty in the mundane: a dirt road he passed every morning, a loaf of frybread that took five minutes to make. That ability made him the most beautiful of all. I doubt it occurred to him, though. Beautiful people never know they're beautiful.

I pushed the flute into his hands. "Maybe you can't sing. But anyone can play the Plains flute. You don't need vocal cords for that. Just breath."

I wanted Sky to talk. I wanted Sky to sing. I wanted everyone to hear his voice the way I heard it, soft and mellow, mild. His voice was already a song. I heard it sometimes when I was alone, except I was never alone; he'd given me his light to keep.

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This is so pure Raf honeyyy

I’ve forgotten how good these are

Back to the same time period from the first novel of the series ... the summer Rafael and Skylar first meet ... this time from Rafael's POV. Love this series so freakin' much! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️