“Em,” he said again, his eyes wide and dark blue in the dim light. “Did you kiss Mark the other night?”

“His blue eyes were very dark… Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night…”

“… and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.

“I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.”

“There's an ocean of darkness and I drown in the night
till I come through the darkness to the ocean of light,
for the light is forever and the light it is free,
"And I walk in the glory of the light," said he.”

“Even with these dark eyes, a gift of the dark night
I go to seek the shining light.”

“Why did he kiss you?" she said.”

“Song sung blue, everybody knows one.
Song sung blue, every garden grows one.Me and you are subject to
The blues now and then.
But when you take the blues
And make a song,
You sing 'em out again.”

“You're up to something," I said.
He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?"
"Yeah, you”

“Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark." What I wanted to say wasDash raised an eyebrow at me again.
"No he's not," Mark said.
"How do you know?"
"Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to rescue you right now, Googly Eyes.”