“It’s getting harder,” his breath caressed my cheek. “What is?” I asked. “To resist you,” his fingers flexed against me.” — Micalea Smeltzer Copy Share Image
“I thought: This is what the living do. And I swooned at the ordinary nature of the task and myself, at my chapped hands and square palms, at the way my wrists bent and fingers flexed inside this living body.” — Dee Williams Copy Share Image
