He laughs and I see that people are watching us. “What do you think would happen if we kissed right here, right now?” he asks, digging his hands into the pockets of his khaki pants, grinning right back at me. “I think it would cause a riot.” “Well, you know me,” he says, lowering his head towards me. “Causing a riot is what I do best.”
Melina Marchetta, On The Jellicoe Road (via anabelsbrother)














