How do I look? Gary asked, posing obscenely.
Hi, my name is Ryan Foxheart. Oh no! There’s danger afoot! Let me pull out my sword and pose. I mimed pulling a sword from my side and cocked an eyebrow. Notice how dashing I am. And immaculate. And t...
He’s a bit of a dick, I said, flailing for something.Paul rolled his eyes. Well it’s a good thing you’re a bottom, because you’re an asshole, so the two of you fit together just fine.Wow, I said. That...
He has wet dreams and moans dirty things about chest hair.That was one time. Okay, more like six times.
He grinned at me again, and the butterflies in my stomach turned into dragons and laid waste to my innards.
Everything is so vast. It’s humbling to remember just how small we really are.
Carter said, You drenched yourself in the worst-smelling thing you could find so you could cover up the smell of your boner. Stop saying boner! He waggled his eyebrows at me. I glared at him. He said,...
But why does it matter? Why do I need to be defined as anything? Why can't I just be who I am without some asshole trying to make me into something I'm not?
You are way too pretty to exist in this world with us mere mortals. I somehow managed to stop myself from calling him Knight Delicious Face. It was close.
You are beautiful, and your magic is a wonderful thing. The world knows it now. You no longer have to hide away.
The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and hold me under. My father's death had...
One of the great travesties of life is finding out porn is unrealistic.
I’m glad you think that murder is bad because of how someone can use it against you,
It’s like something so lovely can’t just be lovely. It also has to be harsh and corroding.
It should have been obvious. It should have been obvious what they were, but then I wasn’t looking for the incredible buried in the ordinary.
I try to rub my arms, but I still feel cold.I dress, but nothing I put on fits right.I try and eat, but all the food tastes like sawdust.I turn on the TV, but the lights and noise hurt my head.I pace...
I thought I was mad, but I also thought I was really turned-on.
I said, I have bad dreams too. But then I remember I’m awake and that the bad dreams can’t follow me when I’m awake. And then I feel better.
I don’t care who you are, he tells me, his voice clear and strong. I don’t care if you love differently than everyone else. It doesn’t matter because you’re still my brother.
I can't do it. I can't get into a philosophical debate with an archangel, knowing how ridiculous it is and how unprepared I am.