He kissed me hungrily, biting my lip. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavily and he kept staring at my lips. "I don't want to be your friend, Lucia. I want to kiss your neck and wake up next to you every morning that we have left.
And there are people who are a summer breeze kissing your skin, the satisfying fluidity of tea sliding down your throat, the silky leaves of lamb’s ear, and the wisps of dandelion floating away on the wind.