Pitch-Art

Snow kissed me last night until my mouth was sore. He kissed me so much, I was worried I’d Turn him with all my saliva. He held himself up all all fours above me and made me reach up for his mouth—and I did. I would again. I’d cross every line for him. 

 I’m in love with him. 

 And he likes this better than fighting.

~Rainbow Rowell, Carry On