Virtue makes for a cold bed.

“You haunt me, Mina. Even before I knew you, I felt your absence.”

“When asked out, I am hesitant, my glance straying to the beeefy, 400-page myste…”

“In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figm…”

“I tire of this constant longing that follows me as night follows day, unceasing.”