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Leilani: "Wrapping the unbound laces of her corset around his wrists, Marco pulls her down to the floor with him. They continue to remove layer after layer until nothing separates them. Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia’s body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he can not speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks. Above them, the clock continues to turn its pages, pushing stories too minuscule to read ever onward."
Leilani: Whoops! I just happened to be rereading The Night Circus and wanted to share one of my favorite parts with someone 😇
