The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
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| — | Jeremy Irons (via ludberlini) |
