“Was this love? It was like a consuming flame, licking through my defenses at a slow burn.” — Yangsze Choo Copy Share Image
“The color of her hair spreading across the pillow looked like a liquid flame, licking and curling its way as it spilled across the fabric, and it occurred to him…that was how it felt to love her—like a fire that’s… — Jolyn Palliata Copy Share Image
