And he grabbed her in an embrace so warm you'd think he'd meant it. Then his lips touched her neck, grabbed her neck. The breeze stopped and she could feel her breath being vacuumed from her lungs by some unseen force, by some inexplicable hunger. And he held her so tight that when he let go she nearly lost balance.
Did she need him to stand on her own?
And as he backed away from her, his shirt fell a little lower on his chest than before. His clean chest, pale from being locked away behind his modesty. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to run her fingers around the two thin, black hairs
-Amy Lee Schelling.