Quotes About Connection

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.

Opportunities and choices. When a person makes a heart wish, that wish resonates through the currents and things will happen to give the person an opportunity to make the wish come true. Like a hand offered and accepted.

He gave the side of her head a quick lick before she squealed and ducked away from him. Tasted like Meg. Felt like puppy fuzz. Too bad he couldn't hold her down and give her a proper grooming like he used to do with Sam.

I'm confused." "Where Meg is concerned, you've been confused since you met her.

Do you trust me?" [Daemon] snapped. "Yes." No hesitation, no doubts. He finally stopped moving and faced her. "Do you know how desperately I love you?" [Janelle's] voice shook when she answered, "As much as I love you?" He held her, held on to her as his lifeline, his anchor. It would be all right. As long as he had her, it would be all right.

She swallowed hard. "I want to try skinny-dipping." He was so still, she wasn't sure he was even breathing.

As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.

Yes, I am," he said softly. "That's the way I was. That's the way I could be again." He shook his head as he raised his hand, his fingertips touching her hair. "I want to be your lover. I chose to be your lover. That makes all the difference. Being in bed with you is like soaring on a sweet wind. I chose to be your lover, Marian . . . just as you chose to be mine.

Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside.

He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. The first kiss was light and chaste. With the second kiss, he used his teeth to hold her still while the tip of his tongue caressed and tasted her skin. He could feel her heart pounding, feel each breathy pant. Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her neck, he finally whispered in her ear, "You're not too young anymore.

Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex.

He put his arms around her and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. Then his mouth settled over hers and lingered. As he eased back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "I think we like it," Meg breathed. "I think we should try it again. Just to be sure." They tried it several more times, just to be sure, and eventually decided that they did like kissing. They liked it a lot

She hadn't met Earth or Fire, the other two cousins, but she'd filled a couple of library requests for each of them in the past week. If they were around, they would help her. Wouldn't they?

És o meu sopro, a minha vida, o meu coração

He hadn't observed Kowalski or Debany licking their mates' hands.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then she put her hand in his . . . and broke his heart.

I was going to make some tea," [Marian] said. "It's cold tonight." [Lucivar] returned the smile, then gave her a long, very thorough kiss. "I have a better way to warm you up.

Humans were like sticky vines. If you didn't escape at the first touch, you got more and more tangled up.

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

Was she cold? If he'd stayed with her last night, she wouldn't be cold.

I don't want the body,* she whimpered. *It hurts.* *Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a bird's song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?*

The other thing I realized by the end of the evening was that humans and the Others did have one thing in common—we both had a love for, and fascination with, stories. I learned that every form of terra indigene had its own teaching stories as well as stories that were the repository of their history and connection to the world. And they all had stories that were told for the fun of it.

Red flickered in his amber eyes and he snarled at her. "If you ever scare me like this again, I will eat you!" Then he pressed his forehead against her arm and whined.