“You kiss me like you’re daring someone to stop you. You taste like the sea, and danger, and my complete and utter ruin. You look at me like you’re trying to burrow your way into my soul.” He moves closer. “If I slip on your sharp edges—” He shrugs and his hand slides around my waist. “Some things I don’t mind bleeding for.” “You and that poetic tongue of yours.” I shake my head. “It does a lot more than spill pretty words,” he says. “But you know that now.”
Oh my god, I love them!!
