“You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.”

“But lifting his dry hand
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell me how men kiss you,
Tell me how you kiss men."”

“You saved me," I said. Nathaniel put his hands on either side of my face. "I had to," he said. "So you could save me back.”

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.”

“He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.”

“He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?"
I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.”

“Go home, Gideon. Please."
"I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.”

“He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers.

‘Me? Me?”

“I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.

He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”

And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.”

“Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. “He’ll spare you,” Eric said, and I understood he wasn’t really talking to me but to himself. “You’re too unique to waste.”
And then he opened the door.”