“ Greasy burgers and fries are so much more delicious than swallowing a cow whole. ”
I groan but answer the call in a sing song voice.Kitty Lung, hero or terrorist, you take your pick.
~ Sarah Nicolas
My name on his lips is a symphony. How can two simple beats of basic human language engulf me so completely? We stare at each other for a mini infinity. I’m terrified of speaking and breaking the spell that’s fallen over us.
The right side of the screen then shows a close-up of the protestors. There are only about thirty of them, but Gods bless them they're energetic. And they have catchy picket signs, like: Set the dragon-people free! and Dragons are people, too! and End Racial Segregation! Again!
His gaze settles on my lips for a few seconds, then slides up to meet mine. Oh Gods, how my hearts pound. The heat of a blush sneaks up my neck and makes itself at home on my cheeks, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. Sani can definitely hear my frenzied pulse. Hell, as loud as it is, my father can probably hear it from here.
