I wasn’t about to leave my brother behind. —
I want to meet you in person. Sorry, I’m not into dating. Yeah, I can imagine with that face of yours you don’t have much luck there. But I don’t want you for sex. I’m so relieved. Now who the fuck ar...
I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.
I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don’t care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are...
I love her so damned much, Manny heard himself say. That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman. Word. As
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.
I hate this goddamn cat. I can tell.
I fear I can’t let you leave, she said through a wobbling smile. I fear…I cannot bear you to go. As
I don’t believe I’m better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.
I didn’t want you, I’ve never wanted you—and don’t get it twisted. I’m not jealous, I’m fucking disgusted. I’m in love with a male of worth and I had to be with you because I needed an incubator for m...
I didn't mean to make you cry-Oh, God...Zsadist, I love you.His eyes flared so wide, his brows nearly hit his hairline.What...?I love you.Say that again.I love you.Again...please, he whispered. I need...
I can’t go back, Lane. I’m sorry. I just can’t.He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. All right, but can I ask you for one thing?No. Yes.Just don’t hate me anymore. I’m doing plenty o...
I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trus...
I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing
Humans: Nature’s remedy for an otherwise good time.
How old are you? Eighteen years out of my transition. You? He raised his cocktail glass. Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months. Not even middle-aged. No. He smiled. Not old. Now, if we were h...
How about I duct-tape his ass cheeks together? Short-sheet his bed? Ex-Lax his chocolate pudding…? I have other ideas, you know…
His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking...
His bonding scent became so intense it was all she could smell. Xcor
Here was the thing: People felt the way they did and it wasn’t their fault or yours if the connection was one-sided. It just . . . was.