I think about kissing you like—pardon the horrible analogy—a starving man daydreams about food. I imagine your fingers on my spine, playing the vertebrate there at the base like a child tentatively plays a piano in an empty room. I can feel your mouth at the base of my neck, your rough lips…
Please click through watch the interview with Rose Leslie. Ygritte 4ever.
…but I have to stay in this big, white room