Quotes About Connection

I will always take you home," he whispered, and Will framed his face with both hands and kissed him again.

If you don't want me to buy you silly gifts with great emotional import, don't disappear in the middle of the mall.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without heart, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

The reason we need words to define our hearts is that our hearts are lonely, vulnerable, bare and beating things, and sometimes, they do not always know truth unless they hear it.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Nothing," he said softly. "It's just a real nice turtle, that's all." "You

I will love you for as long as we live. And I will love you if this is as close as we ever get.

Taylor wanted it back, wanted a lover's touch on his body, wanted more. Wanted to open himself up to somebody who wouldn't hurt him, who would take care of him, who would catch him after he came apart.

Twins and a trapeze

Mal kissed him, softly, barely keeping balance, and then pulled away. "If there's breath in my body, I'll stay." Tevyn nodded. "If there's breath in my body, I'll always fly down the mountain to you.

Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn't delude myself.)

I wanna see it all. I wanna see bears and deer and elk and birds and eagles and hawks and fish. I wanna see a hawk catch a fish while dive-bombing a deer. I wanna feed one of my little sisters to something bigger'n me. It's gonna be like frickin' Christmas, and I want you to be there.

Jonah kissed him with an open mouth and a full heart and tried to tell him with his bare body that sometimes you didn't have to break. Sometimes being human was strong enough. Ethan breathed through him and then took over the kiss, rolling over, giving Jonah shelter from the chill in the room and the sudden somberness between them.

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

How were we supposed to know we'd meet our one perfect person learning how to pick pockets by the Coliseum?" "I should have spent ten years convincing you," Felix said savagely.

But how will I know you?" he whispered in the dream. "You knew me before you kissed me," Lance whispered back.

Is it always like this?" Dawson whispered. "This buzz in my stomach and my chest—how happy I am to hold you? Does it always feel like this?" Jared lifted his face in the dark, his lower lip full and swollen from kisses, his eyes shiny. "No," he said soberly. "No. This is special.

It's okay," he said quietly. "We break one or two every year. They were Mommy's—it's like she gives us a way to let her slip out of our minds.

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

You're…." He bit his lip then, and a look of sorrow crossed his face. "What?" But Kelly knew. His mother never said it, but the portrait was still up in the living room. "You look more like your dad every day.

Clay was like patient zero of Dane's happiness virus. Dane needed to catch him.

but Mason finally realized that he'd met someone who saw life in the same terms Mason always had: how best to care for and feed that strange animal that had been born between his legs. "You're so clever," Terry said in admiration. Dane showed up right then with clothes, which Terry said thank you for before disappearing into the bathroom.