lorcan: βdo not make the mistake of believing me a romantic fool.β
(exactly one minute later)
βshe reached the outer corner of his lips, and he turned his face into her hand, resting his rough cheek against her palm. his eyes grew heavy-lidded as she brushed a thumb over the hard plane of his cheekboneβ
βthe kiss was soft, and quiet, and brief. barely a grazing of her lips against his. she thought lorcan might have been trembling as she pulled backβ
βsuch gentle, patient kissesβ his hands equally so as they stroked the hair back from her brow, as they trailed over her hips, her ribsβ
βlike a prayer, that was how her name sounded on his lipsβ
he is down SO BAD i love it











