"you're too young and eager to love"

by Rachel Lynch in

"After a year of romance with her, he'd learned she was capable of absolutely anything except moderation. Even when she wanted to rein herself in, whatever was building inside her - passion, inspiration, aggravation, hilarity - inevitably came fire-housing out"

I know what I want. I've always known. She was very small and hardly spoke with words. She was a bit androgynous, a bit tomboyish, a bit femme fatale, very mysterious, and simultaneously provocative and sexually liberating. Sometimes she wondered if human beings are evolving from the idea of monogamy, lush undercurrent.