“It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.” PerfectKissingHolly BlackThe Folk Of The AirJude DuarteJudeThe Cruel PrinceLockeNo SenseNothing Like My Life Book:The Cruel Prince Source: The Cruel Prince