Jessica Bird: Herring (page 2)

“You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.”

“Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else.
Oh, right… orgasms.”

“Marissa, " he mumbled, taking her hand. "Don't want to see you drink so much?" Wait, not really what he'd been going for. "Ah… don't you to see me drink so much… want."

Whatever. God… he was so confused.~Butch”

“It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another.

-Cormia”

“I can smell you,” he groaned against her ear as he ran his fangs up her throat. “The most beautiful thing in the world—except for your taste.”

“Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.”

“What are you going to have?” he asked.
“A nervous breakdown,” she muttered and opened her menu.
So we’ll tell the waitress to make that a double, he thought.”

“Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly.
"Why not?"
"You just can't."
She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin.
"Mind if I ask you to prove it?"
"How?"
"Can I touch your hair?”

“Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be… enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.”

“… but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.”

“Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.”

“And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.”

“She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.”

“When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf.

This made her rare. This made her precious.

This made him… love her.”

“Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you!"

Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.”