At last he murmured “Why?”. I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air. “I had to,” I said.
Toby Regbo. - Buscar con Google
The wand chooses the wizard.
The White Queen - Elizabeth Woodville and king Edward IV
L'océan déchaîné, le fracas des vagues et le goût salé des embruns