Quotes About Intimacy

Sometimes Thomas Mackee will stick an earphone into my ear and ask me to listen to a song. When I get over the revulsion of putting something in my ear that's been in his, I sit back and let the music take over, and for a half hour there's something comforting about someone's heart beating at the same rhythm as mine.

We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit. I think I kind of love you too.

Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian's. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being trusted. But that doesn't mean I love you less.

He watched as Finnikin swung onto the horse, his sleeve stained with blood. Froi liked the way Finnikin reached behind him and took Evanjalin's hand, placing it around his waist. It made everything seem normal because Finnikin always wanted to touch her.

They were uninhibited when it came to music and sometimes the three of them had a tune inside their head that no one else could hear, and tonight it's there between them and they're fucking the space with their bodies.

They're my best friends, I'm going to know them until the day I die.

She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.

If I become king, do I have to ask your guards and your ladies permission each time I want to touch you in my marriage bed?" Her eyes blazed. "When you become my king, Finnikin, you can touch me whenever you want. Wherever you want.

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.

But that's it. When I think of you, I think of future stuff. I think of this is it and I'm not supposed to think this is it at my age. I don't look at you and think nice. I look at you and think, oh my God, I want to hold her and never let her go. I think, sex—right here, right now—

He just watched the way Finnikin's hands rested on Evanjalin's neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.

When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.

I like looking at his face when he speaks. Sometimes he spit, actually he spits all the time, but I think that's passionate. He loves words and he rolls them around in his mouth like a luscious plum, slobbering on the sides, and then he'll use his hands, touching his mouth as if he's taking the words out throwing them to us.

Did he say my name?" "Did he have to? When your name is written all over his heart?

Froi thought for a moment. "I never imagined I was looking for something in a woman. But if I did, I'd have to judge her by the way I felt lying beside her before I went to sleep at night and how I felt in the morning waking up to her.

He wanted her to acknowledge that it was she who had bed him the night they gave themselves to each other. That his broken spirit and hers had created rather than destroyed something for the first time in their wretched lives.

He held her against him and for once he understood what she had felt every day that he had known her

We make weird friends," I say instead. "I've never been into the f-word with people." "I'm privileged, then? Why me?" He thinks for a moment and then shrugs again. "You're the realest person I've ever known." "Is that good or bad?" "It's fucking awful. There's not much room for bullshit, and you know how I thrive on it.

and his face is so close to mine that it's like he can see inside my soul

I don't believe you should be a virgin when you get married,' Sera said. 'You should experiment. Men do' 'Yes, but only if you're in love with them,' I said.

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

If he can still piss her off, then it's a whole lot better than indifference.

But then I catch Grigg's eye and he looks at me in a way that tells me exactly what he's feeling and I love that look. Suddenly I want to yell out to everyone, "It's a game, these territory wars. They loved eachother.

And then he told me to close my eyes. And I think I've been frightened to do just that ever since.