“Your mother’s coming,” he said. “I know—she probably heard us arguing. Do something!” “What?” “Anything!” “Fine!” He grabbed her around the waist, dragged her body flush against his, and ducked his head. His lips crushed hers as his hands wrapped… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
Do not let the body be dragged along by mind nor the mind be dragged along by the body — Miyamoto Musashi Copy Share Image
