“She was like a song on the radio that touches a person so profoundly they call the station just to find out who sang it.” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Her breath came out like clouds in the air. He loved her breath” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“She was like a song on the radio that touches a person so profoundly they call the station just to find out who sang… — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Everyone around them seem oblivious to their own brand of intimacy.” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Her heart was pumping like a cement mixer but it felt good to be banging around like that” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were the color of rich, dark leather and her lips were a peach fizz” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
