Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

I do know that I don't want to wake him.We were up very late last night.

I grieve nothing. I take everything.

This , I think , is the way to die.I could drown in this moment and I’d never regret it. I could catch fire from this kiss and happily turn to ash. I could live here, die here, right here, against his hips, his lips. In the emotion in his eyes as he sinks into me, his heartbeats indistinguishable from mine.This. Forever. This.

Juliette ? ” A tentative voice . “ Are you okay? ” I lower the pillow . Blink up . Warner is wearing a towel . A towel . I want to roll under the bed .

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world," he says softly.

t’s a torrent of feeling, a simultaneous, ephemeral taste of death and bliss and my eyes close, white - hot heat flashes behind my eyelids and I have to fight the need to call out his name even as I feel us shatter together, destroyed and restored all at once and he gaspsHe says, “ Juliette —

I love the sight of his naked body.especially in these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality are my favorite. There's a sweetness in this hesitant consciousness - a careful, gentle return of form of function, I've found I love these minutes most for the delicate way in which they unfold. It's tender.Slow motion.Time tying its shoes.