“Desire, I was only beginning to understand that day at the ruins, comes in many forms, and some of them are violent. We learn this in the stories we are told about love. Struck by an angel's arrow or drugged by a love flower, desire wounds, and I had felt its blue sting. The thought of him all day, like pushing on a bruise.” LoveRomanceDesireRelationshipsLust Book:Thirst for Salt Source: Thirst for Salt
“I know how it is, he said, his tone shifting. Voice warm and low. Intimate again. You like it this way. Sneaking around. And it seemed to me he was offering a way out, and so I shrugged, nodded. Say nothing more, he said, reaching for me. Saved from having to explain, I kissed him to stop talk, to stop thought.” LoveRomancePassionRelationshipsLustAge Difference Book:Thirst for Salt Source: Thirst for Salt