Liz pushed his tongue back into his mouth, hers following anxiously as she explored. She smiled under the kiss and continued, loving every minute of it.
I chuckled. "Evil." I teased. "How did you know that I wanted more?" I pulled her shirt off and bit her front, laughing. "Your going to be tired in the morning."
I laughed. "What are you planning now, Carolina?" I smiled. I loved her so much. I had no idea what she was going to do, but I knew that I would love it because it would be with her.
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind