Hang on, sweetheart. Because that was just the beginning.

If I’m not born smarter in my next life, I’m giving up on coming back at all.

He bathes me with his mouth, not missing an inch of skin. Hands to shoulders, feet to knees to hips, breasts to belly… until I'm fully baptized in the church of Alec.

I am grains of sand in a storm made of Alec, scattering in his fierce wind and spinning back. Out to my limits and then retracted. Billow and fall. But the wind gusts into something even stronger, something more, and with one final, unstoppable spiral out, I dissolve into absolutely nothing but a leftover pulse of a girl that used to exist. And an exhausted Cheshire smile.

And then there's silence. Though is silence the right word when, through the quiet, the air is so charged, electricity crackles deafeningly without making a sound?

Norris is this… person-shaped being filled with endless amounts of sunshine.