Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

I knew little else, but I always knew you.

I concentrate on what I am going to say to Vivi, instead of thinking of Cardan. I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine.I definitely don’t want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I’d never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn’t do.