"Matt grabbed my hand and pulled me in tight for another kiss, his other hand on my cheek, quick and intense. He pressed his body against mine in the same configuration of hip bones, stomachs, and ribs as the first time. i pressed back, wanting to wrap myself around him, anchor myself to him. it was all that kept me from floating away like a tiny, iridescent bubble."
~pg 8, Twenty Boy summer by Sarah Ockler