Report, if you have a problem with this page“ You kissed me.' I tear my eyes away from the mirror to face her. We are close, so close standing here. My lungs might be carved out of granite, cast from bronze, the way they refuse to expand, to fill with air.'You kissed me back,' says Kat softly.I nod. There's nothing more to say. ”
Elissa Janine Hoole
From : Kiss the Morning Star
