Tristan grabs my chin and pulls it toward him and then we’re ripping off our masks and kissing, his lips so soft and yet moving fiercely against mine. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, lace my fingers through his hair, breathe him in, kiss him back. My heart blossoms.
David EstesMots clés love romance dystopian
A simple touch, but it speaks so much to me. It’s the way I would touch Circ—the way he would touch me. More’n a touch—a feeling. These two mean a great deal to each other, that much is as clear as the cloudless sky above us.
David EstesHe hugs me and I’m home.
He kisses me and I’m never alone.
Mots clés love dystopian-fiction
He throws his hands up in a request for mercy, I'm not in the mood so I stab him in the heart.
David EstesMy nose!" he screams, blood gushing between his fingers. "She broke my freakin' nose!"
A rush of pride courses through me. That's my girlfriend.
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