• Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.

    Jodi Picoult (2003). “Second Glance: A Novel”, p.129, Simon and Schuster