And then our lips met and we were kissing again, and her extraordinary warmth surged through me.
My eyes fell closed. The world faded away.
If my body was cold in the night mist, I didn't feel it. If the sea roared in my ears, I didn't hear it. If the rock I was sitting on was hard and jagged, I hardly noticed. Everything outside the two of us was a distraction.
- Ransom Riggs, Hollow City. Second pecuiliar novel.