N.r Walker Quotes

I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.

Watching them was like watching water and oil do the impossible.

Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

The guy you’ve been seeing, the one you were all so secret-squirrel about, was my dad?” Cooper nodded. “Yes.” “Oh, fucking hell,” Ryan squeaked. “The one you said sucked dick like a Dyson?

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come. Remember everything you have faced, all the battles you have won, and all the fears you have overcome.

You know, there’s a joke in there somewhere. A Highlander, a Viking, and a Samurai walk into a bar.

I'll never be able to see you." I took his other hand, holding both his in mine. "You do see me. No one has ever seen me like you do." I lifted his hands to my face. "You know me, you see me, like no one else." "Not through these eyes." "No," I agreed quietly. "You see me with your heart.

I stared at her. “Is that another compliment? Because we’ve just been through that.” She walked to her desk. “You mispronounced thank you.

Because the heart is blind...

I glanced back to Yanni to see him smiling at us. "You two can stop being so cute now." "Well, Spencer can," Andrew deadpanned. "I, unfortunately, am cute all the time." I laughed. "It's true. He is.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

There is something cathartic about having your scars inked into your skin.

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

It was funny how the monumental shit in your life tends to happen in slow-motion and at warp speed at the same time.

You’re so good with people. You say all the right things to make people feel better about themselves. You don’t do it to be patronising at all; you do it because you’re a good person.

You know what a sense of place is?” Cooper nodded. “It’s when the place you’re in feels like home. Where you’re at peace.” I nodded. “That’s exactly right.” Cooper looked around. “This place?” I shook my head. “No.” His voice kind of squeaked. “Me?” I nodded and grinned. “You’re my sense of place, Cooper.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

I keep spare business shirts. In case of emergencies." Emergencies? "Do you expect to have jizz on your shirt often?

When you look at the stars, what do you see?” “Impossible possibilities.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you have some tough-guy persona I haven’t seen yet?” “Absolutely,” he said brightly. “I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

I won’t change that much,” I replied. “Because believe me, when this pasta comes out, I’m gonna suck those carbs down like a blowjob.

For all the times he'd fucked me, he'd never fucked me like this. Because this wasn't fucking. It was in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. It was in his heartbeat, pulsing against my chest and inside me. It was how he moaned my name, it was how he murmured and pleaded, and it was how his fingers dug into my skin. It wasn't fucking. It was emotion and pure need… He was making love to me.

I was short on patience and long on not-in-the-fucking-mood.

Alec put his hands up. “Okay, stop.” The four vampires stared at him. “Horses? As in equine, My Little Pony, clippety-clop fucking horses?

Alec smiled at him. Their faces were close again, and he whispered, “I like it when you talk all middle ages.

Well, all of us country club ex-wives need a lot of money,” she said. “Sex with the stable boys at the club isn’t cheap you know.” I almost choked. “Mom! You made me spit my beer.” My dearest mother hummed into the phone. “Maybe you wouldn’t be single, darling, if you learned to swallow properly.

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

„Jeez, Carlos,” Hannah said. „Why don't you work out like those two?” „Because I'm a married heterosexual man,” Carlos defended himself. „No one gives a shit what I look like.

You can text me whenever.” His smile died. “Did you forget?” “What?” “That I can’t read.” “No, you can’t read well. But you can read.” I gave him a grin. “And I’ll go easy on you.

So these Daleks conquer entire planets, right?" "Mm-hmm." He nodded against my chest. "But they can't even go up steps.

I’d crossed that line like Usain freakin’ Bolt.

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.

I think you're something wonderful.

Lucas, I hired you because you're brilliant." I believed him. I smiled. "It's true. I am.

I could do my shoelaces up without having to reach over my stomach.

May the stars forever guide us, and may this lighthouse bring us home.

I came to Tasmania in search of an elusive species. And I found it. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find you. And I believe I found a type of butterfly that exists only in my belly which makes itself known when I think of you.

All I could feel was the pulse of our heartbeats where we joined, throbbing and pounding through every fibre in my body. We rocked back and forth, always kissing. And on the cold, cold ground by the flickering warmth of the fire, we made love. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without dyin’.

«Mi prometti che ti comporterai meglio che puoi?» «Si» mi rispose sorridente «Parola di scout» «Non sei mai stato un boy scout» «No, ma ho scopato un sacco di ragazzi che lo erano» poi aggiunse «cioè, erano scout quando erano bambini. Non ora, perché sarebbe disgustoso»

The old lady I was sitting next to gaped at me. I shrugged, not even the slightest bit sorry. Okay, well maybe just a little sorry. But he smiled at me. Hennessy goddamned smiled right at me, like I was the reason for his happiness.

„So, seeing anyone?” „Not for the last eighteen years,” he deadpanned. „Oh, shit,” I cried, as I realized what I'd just said to a blind man. „I didn't mean seeing as in seeing, I meant seeing as in seeing someone.” Isaac laughed at me. „Oh, that makes sense,” he said with a sarcastic laugh.

Trav just shook his head and grinned. “It’s my ring on your finger, Charlie. It’s our daughter asleep down the hall, and it’s me you beg for and my name you whisper.” He sighed, content and sleepy. His accent was always thicker when he was tired. “I know damn well who you belong to. And you do too.

Quindi era finita. Era andato avanti. Di già. Davvero non significava nulla per lui. Era davvero finita. Avevano dei piani. Lui è Joshua. Insieme

Perché ti spingo via quando ho più bisogno di te?" chiese "Perché mi sopporti?" "Perché ti amo

Grazie, Josh. Ci vediamo domani" fu tutto ciò che Isaac disse. E così, quando avevo più bisogno di lui, scelse me.

But Trav, if he’s one grain of sand, then you’re the entire fucking desert.

What’s PSA?” “Prostate test.” “Prostate?” Cooper asked, looking a little miffed. “I hope he bought you dinner first.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

Like I took a miscalculated step or like I missed the last stair, I fell headfirst right into love with Hennessy Lang.

You just need someone who knows how your puzzle goes back together.

No. Not a word. But sometimes you have to listen to the silences. When things aren’t said. That’s where the truth is.

You’re the reason I have to do that. Just sitting there, all Scottish and sexy as hell.

He wanted it all to be over so he could get on with living the rest of his life with Cronin. He wanted endless days of peace and fornication.

This is just the beginning,” he murmured against my ear as he slowly thrust into me. “It’s not goodbye. I love you, Harrison. We’re just starting. This is just the beginning.

What has been promised, is debt.

I met someone special today,” I told her. “His name is Lawson Gale.” She wagged her tail at me. “I dunno, Rosie, but if there’s any such thing as perfect for me, he just might be it.

«Carter?» «Si" risposi «Mi sto godendo lo spettacolo» Piegò la testa da un lato, non proprio sicuro di cosa intendessi. «Te, Isaac» gli dissi mentre entravo nella doccia «sto ammirando te»

Rimase in silenzio per un attimo prima di chiedere: «E se cado?» Lo tirai contro di me. «Non ti lascerò mai cadere. Ti terrò io.» «Non mi lascerai andare?» Scossi la testa, e sussurrai. «Mai.»

So, this Doctor Who guy travels to different galaxies in the TARDIS thing?" There was only silence on the line, so as always, I felt the need to fill it. "Because it's not very aerodynamic, and it doesn't seem like it's built to withstand the pressure of zero gravity

Did you take lessons in cynical?” “I did, yes. I was so good at it, I now teach ‘How to be a cynical jerk’ at the local community college. I can get you discount rates if you want. Just tell them I sent you.” “And sarcasm?” “Yep, I have my Masters in sarcasm. I can get you a two-for-one deal if you want.” Will laughed again. “You would seriously charge me to take one of your hypothetical classes?” “Hypothetical is an extra charge,” I told him, sitting down on a bench seat. “And anyway, I have to make a living somehow. I’d consider prostitution, but it’s against my moral standing to enjoy my work.

You’d better be thinking of me when you smile like that,” Cooper said, now standing beside me. I hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen. I bumped his hip with mine. “Of course I’m thinking about you.” “Then why aren’t you hard?” he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Before I could say anything, he said, “They have pills now, for old guys who can’t get hard.

I’d jumped into raging rivers, ridden wild bulls, bucking horses and fought off deadly snakes. I’d done a thousand crazy things in my life that made Ma yell at me, but I’d never—never—been as scared as I was when I looked at him.   *

Mi colpì. Tutto era come doveva essere. La casa era in perfetto ordine, come se tutto fosse a posto nel suo mondo. Sembrava che a Isaac non importasse che avessimo rotto. Come se la nostra lite, il mio andarmene, non l'avesse colpito per niente

Some days it was bearable; some days it burned. Grief was like the great Southern Ocean; it moved in ebbs and flows, often turbulent and rough, or peaceful and settled, and even over time when I could navigate the waters, the tide never stopped.

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn’t miss Travis. Which kind of worked, until after the three o’clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold. Or until I tripped over his laundry that he’d left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor. Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn’t spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so. There was no foot-holding under the table.

They see my beat-up face and assume I’m some troublemaker. But I don’t do nothin’ wrong. I try, every day, to be a good person. To help out and take care of Pops, ya know? I don’t ask for nothin’. I don’t have anything and I don’t blame the world for that. I don’t think nobody owes me a goddamn thing. I’m just trying to get through each fucking day.

I climb on and rub myself against his ass.

„It'll be getting dark and cold by then.” Isaac nodded. „Yeah, God forbid it gets dark and I can't see where I'm going.

So, you wanted to know when I'm mad at you, or when you're being an ass, well guess what? I'm mad and you're an ass.

And I don't expect any man to out himself, before he's ready, for me. It's something you need to do in your own time, on your own terms.

I cupped his face in my two hands and fluttered my eyelashes against his cheek.

And who smiles when they’re watching porn?” “Happy people, and virgins.” I

He put a cigarette between his lips and I was transfixed. Smoking was a filthy habit, but I’d never wanted to be a cigarette so much in my life.

Trent grinned and winked at him. "Just a heel click of my ruby slippers away, baby.

Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come.

I wasn't prepared to feel anything again. I wasn't supposed to. When hearts are broken so utterly beyond repair, they're not supposed to beat again, right?

Sapevo che Isaac non mi avrebbe fatto del male. Non come Paul. Non sarei entrato un giorno in casa e non avrei trovato Isaac a letto con un altro ragazzo. Semplicemente non era quel tipo di persona. Ma questo non voleva dire che non potesse farmi del male o spezzarmi il cuore

«Isaac ti ho detto che ti amavo» mormorai «E tu mi hai rifiutato. Cosa avrei dovuto pensare?» Le lacrime scesero sulle guance «Che ho paura. Che non voglio perderti. Che tu sei la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata» Il viso si intristì e scrollò le spalle «Che ti amo anch'io»

Ti rendi conto che ogni cosa che c'è nel nostro carrello ha un significato fallico, vero? Guardai il carrello. Banane, carote, zucchine, cetrioli, patate dolci "le fragole e i mango non lo sono" gli feci notare "No, ma il modo in cui tu li vuoi usare è alquanto... non-alimentare

«Mi piaceva abbastanza il dottor Fields» disse all'improvviso «Ma mi piaci anche tu» Diede una pacca sulla mano di Isaac che era sul mio braccio «Non mi dà fastidio se i ragazzi amano i ragazzi. Se hai abbastanza fortuna da trovare qualcuno che ti ama, non devi lasciartelo scappare»

È che lo voglio. Così tanto. Non posso farne a meno, Carter, indipendentemente da ciò che mi fa sembrare" Che cosa lo faceva sembrare? Impaurito. Perso. Speranzoso. Bramoso "Ti fa umano, Isaac" Posò la forchetta e spinse via il piatto. Abbassò le spalle "Un essere umano cieco" "Un essere umano perfetto

Tutto quello a cui riuscivo a pensare era che gli stavo tenendo la mano. Lo stavo toccando. E seppi in quel momento che volevo toccarlo di nuovo. Volevo che lui toccasse me. Volevo di più di tutto con lui. Volevo parlargli di qualsiasi cosa. Volevo vederlo usare le mani mentre spiegava qualcosa e parlava così appassionatamente del suo lavoro. Volevo farlo ridere. Volevo tenergli la mano. Volevo sapere che sensazioni mi avrebbe dato, come sarebbe stato toccarlo, stringerlo contro di me. Volevo conoscerlo. Volevo che lui conoscesse me. Volevo capirlo. Volevo entrargli sottopelle. Come lui si stava infilando sotto la mia

Can you hear that?” I asked quietly, looking to Patrick before searching the stars again with the telescope. “How the ocean and the wind speak to the lighthouse. It’s like a quiet symphony; an ode to the stars,

Covens?” “Yes. Vampire colonies.” “Are you in a coven?” “Yes.” “With Jodis and Eiji?” “Yes.” “How many others?” “Four hundred and fifty-two.” “Jesus.” “No, he’s not one of them.” Cronin laughed and Alec balked. “I’m only joking.” Alec narrowed his eyes at him. “Is that vampire humor?” Cronin still chuckled as he shrugged.

I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake... Until my comfy pillow moved. And the blanket keeping me warm moved. I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled. I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him. Cameron. My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved." He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear.

Mi assopii, chiedendomi cosa potessero significare per Isaac gli avvenimenti di quel giorno, per la sua indipendenza, per la sua fiducia in se stesso. Egoisticamente, poi mi domandai che cosa significassero per me. Mi chiesi quanto lui mi avrebbe allontanato, quanto mi avrebbe fatto male con le sue parole, con la sua collera. Mi svegliai da solo

You once said what I’d lose by being true to myself doesn’t matter in the end because I’d gain me. And back then I thought that was stupid.” He shook his head, his eyes glassy. “But I’m worth that, aren’t I? I deserve that, don’t I?

Oh, shut up,” I grumbled. “I suck at cooking and you know it.” He got a glazed, dreamy look on his face and after a while, he said, “I’m sorry, you mentioned sucking and I got distracted. I didn’t hear a word after that.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, but he called out, “Your cooking is fine, Tom. But your sucking skills are your true talent.

Devi smettere di fingere che io sia qualcosa che non sono. Sono cieco. Ci saranno sempre cose che non potrò fare. Ci saranno sempre cose che dovrai fare per me" "Non mi interessa" "A me sì!" Dichiarò "Ogni giorno. Mi dà fastidio, ogni giorno" "Ci siamo già passati, Isaac" dissi "Pensavo l'avessimo superato" "Non riuscirò mai a superarlo" continuò, scuotendo la testa

Despite my earlier concerns, I realised now I didn't care that his emotions were synthetic. I didn't care that he was programmed to suit me, to want me, to smile when he saw me. I didn't care that his love for me was binary coded, programmed. It was real to me. And in many ways, it was more real that anything I'd had with any human. Human love came with conditions and limits, with mess and noise, and was fleeting at best Shaun's love wasn't. It was forever and completely, unequivocally mine.

But he asked if we could strip away our minds and our bodies and all the physical, material bullshit, if all that was left was the light of our souls in some vastness of space, if my light could recognise your light, and I said yes. Without a doubt.

I like the consistency of the stars. They never fail, regardless of the rotations of the earth. It's fascinating to me that each star holds the possibilities of other worlds. Space is just so vast and dense, it makes everything else seem insignificant.

Volevo piangere. Volevo dirgli quanto mi dispiacesse, ma tutto quello che riuscii a fare fu attirarlo contro di me ancora di più e baciargli la fronte. Mark poteva aver pensato che io fossi innamorato di Isaac quattro settimane prima e forse lo ero. Ma in quel momento, io capii, seppi, con ogni fibra del mio essere, in quel preciso momento, che ero innamorato di Isaac Brannigan

Erano due anelli d'argento. Non semplici anelli, ma anelli con puntini in rilievo su di essi. Braille. Avevano puntini in Braille disseminati sulla superficie. Ero abbastanza sicuro di quello che dicevano, ma mossi gentilmente il dito sul metallo e lessi le parole Ti amo Isaac si morse il labbro inferiore "Io, uh.. uhm" Lo bacia per farlo tacere "Isaac. È bellissimo" "Dice ti amo" "Lo so

Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would.

When you lose someone you love, something in you changes. You can’t get the pieces to fit together again because the picture of you has been changed. They need to understand your pain and how it changed you before they can understand how the new you needs to be loved.

Alla fine lo portai a letto dove, invece di fare l'amore, lo riabbracciai, gli bacia le labbra, poi le palpebre chiuse e gli dissi che era perfetto. Intuii che non mi credeva. Quando gli dicevo che era perfetto o gli dicevo che era meraviglioso, non mi credeva mai. "Cosa devo fare per far sì che tu mi creda quando lo dico?" Sdraiato fra le mie braccia, strofinò il naso contro il mio collo. Non mi diede mai una risposta

I tried to do my bracelet up, but couldn’t get the clasp to fasten, and before I tossed it across the room, Will grabbed my hand and fixed the silver clasp for me. “Jesus, Mark, surely Batman can do up his own bracelets.” “Batman. Bat. Man, Will,” I reminded him. “I’m not Magneto.

You know, I’m gonna marry a girl just to piss you off.” Mom laughed. “Then you’ll deserve estrogen-fuelled psychotic rants about shoes and cellulite.” “Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Of course it is,” Mom said nonchalantly. “Just like saying all gay men love cock and lesbians love to munch clams.

He would have been so happy. He should have been alive to see that, to celebrate it. They all should have lived long enough to see that. And to see gay politicians, out and proud. Or gay superhero movies, gay couples on primetime TV. He should have been alive to see that. That was stolen from him, from them all.

Ora hai intenzione di dirmi cosa ti piace di me?" Alla fine sorrise "Che non mi tratti in modo diverso. Che mi tratti come tutti gli altri. Non mi avvolgi nella bambagia, non mi fai concessioni, non cerchi di fare tutto per me. Certamente non me la fai passare liscia" continuò. Poi aggiunse piano "Tu non mi tratti come se fossi cieco" "Non è mai stato un problema per me" risposi "Non ti tratto in modo diverso, perché non sei diverso" Isaac sorrise "Ed è per questo che ti amo

Non lo hai mai soffocato, mai. Ha solo fatto il coglione perché sapeva che ti avrebbe fatto male dicendolo. Quindi starai solo ad aspettare fino a che sprofonderà nella merda e si renderà conto di aver sbagliato?" Annuii "È tutto quello che posso fare" "E intanto muori lentamente con il cuore spezzato, mentre lui si prende il suo tempo facendo l'Idiota testardo, fingendo di andare avanti con la sua vita quando invece è troppo testa di cazzo per ammettere di aver sbagliato?" Non risposi. Non dovevo.

Perché non vuoi che viva con te? Niente cazzate questa volta, Isaac. Voglio la verità" Il mio cuore quasi si fermò. Non ero sicuro di voler sentire la risposta, ma sembrava che i miei piedi non riuscissero a muoversi. La voce di Isaac era bassa "Non voglio che veda quanto sono cieco, quanto posso essere un peso. Se vivesse qui, vedrebbe quanto vado avanti a fatica" "Oh, Isaac" disse Hannah "State insieme da un anno! Ti conosce" Lui rispose così piano che quasi non lo sentii "Voglio essere normale per lui

Volevo che vedesse. Volevo vedesse come io e Isaac eravamo ogni giorno. Perché nella remota possibilità che quella cosa latente che non riuscivo a inquadrare in Joshua fosse che stava cercando di conquistare Isaac, allora avrebbe visto che io e Isaac stavamo insieme. Questo mi faceva sembrare possessivo? Probabilmente. Mi importava? No. Neanche un po'. Amavo Isaac. Lo amavo come non avevo mai amato nessun altro essere umano. E che io fossi dannato se un tipo come Joshua poteva semplicemente arrivare e portarmelo via.

Someone once said to me that if you drank hate, it would get to a point where that’s all there was inside you,” he said. “And that’s very true. But the same can be said for love. If you drink it in, if it’s the only thing you let in, then love is the only thing in your heart. And I owe that to you, Erik. The love you give me is without limit, undiluted, and the only intoxicating thing I will ever need. You gave me purpose and family, and I will spend every day of forever being the man you deserve. That’s my promise to you.

I better keep going with these. This here box contains a soccer field for a fish tank so your goldfish can play soccer. Quality, life-changing stuff.

This is romance. Not like Rose who let Jack drown when there was room on the door. That’s not romance. That’s second-degree homicide. This is romance.” Julian smiled.

No, I just don’t want to be an inconvenience,” I said. “I have this aversion to inconveniencing people, where I’d prefer to do literally anything other than that.

I shrank back in my seat, feeling a sadness and regret for all those gay folks who paved the way for my generation.

No. Unfortunately my standards exceed the availability pool. It’s been that way for a while now.

H&M sent a notification to my phone that said two tops for the price of one, and believe me, that was not the case.

He snorted. “I don’t think your dick is stupid.” “Well, I can tell you, it’s no Einstein either,” I replied, and he chuckled.

I will have you in my mouth. I will suck you. Do you want that?

suck his nipple between my lips.

I grind down on his cock and take everything he gives me, in my ass, in my mouth. He swells inside me, lurching, hot and heavy.

I have a Steve.

I was nervous because I really wanted this to go well.

What about a Prince Albert?” Lola asked. My dick retracted into my body. “Jesus, no.

Lola, he played his piano for me last night.” “Is that a euphemism for something?

cigarettes and alcohol.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

He was decidedly normal in an extraordinary way.

There is nothing in this world I want more,” he whispered, “than to call you my husband.

I remembered when I’d told my family I was moving to Belfast, their reactions were the same.  “IRELAND?” I’d laughed.  “Uh, no.  Belfast, Maine.  It’s a twelve month position.

There was something absolutely terrifying in handing over your wounded heart for someone else to hold.

I was missing pieces of my life, and pieces of myself were gone. But there was always you. And through it all, I realised the pieces of us were what kept me together.

And it took a little while as I tried to put the puzzle of myself back together. But Dallas, it was the pieces of us that made me whole. Not me by myself, and not just you, but us.

What difference does his job make?” “What if he’s an undertaker? Or a hitman?” “Undertakers and hitmen need love too, Merry. Probably more than other people.

And it had to match. Because I didn’t spend the first eighteen years of my life in the closet and not come out with some sense of style.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.’” Jordan stopped and turned, put his hand to his heart, and groaned. “And he quotes Dickens? My heart, my heart!

Make your friends before you make your money” and I can tell you that for free.

You can not ask him and die wondering. Or you can do what grown-ups do and be grown-up about it and ask him outright. Like a grown-up.

Finding him that day was the best thing that ever happened to me. Because then I found you.

Finding him that day was the best thing that ever happened to me. Because then I found you.” “Finders keepers?” “For always.

There was an ocean of warmth in him, of protection and safety, that shone like a lighthouse beacon.

Two four seven, three six five.

His eyes were dark fire, galaxies all on their own.

Take happiness wherever you find it, Son. Don’t deny yourself anything.

I never get my ambitions mixed up with my capabilities.

Who knew fresh, cool air mixed with six or seven shots of liquor made wobbly boots even wobblier?

Resisting the urge to scream, I pulled at my hair, took another deep breath and counted to ten. First in English, then in Spanish. And then in French.

The sexual tension between us was like a stick of dynamite, just waiting to explode, and once the fuse was lit—

So, the Scooby-Doo Gang is back together,” Kennard said.

Sono stato cieco per quasi 19 anni..." si bloccò. "E?" "Voglio dire, ho sempre voluto riavere la vista, ma ci sono state solo una manciata di occasioni in cui avrei seriamente ucciso per riuscire a vedere" Oh, Isaac. Lo strinsi ancora più forte e gli bacia il lato della testa "E oggi è stato uno di questi giorni" non era una domanda Annuì appoggiato a me e la sua voce era pacata "Solo per una volta sai? Se potessi vederla solo per una volta" Non ero sicuro di cosa avrei potuto dire per farlo sentire meglio, così mi limitai a stringerlo.

If someone tells you it can’t be done, what they’re saying is they couldn’t do it. If they’re not good enough or not brave enough to make it happen is something only they can answer.

Odio dovermi difendere come se fossi un cittadino di seconda categoria, come se le mie opinioni non contassero perché sono un cazzi di cieco. Sono un essere umano, cazzo, con dei diritti come tutti gli altri" strinsi la presa su di lui "Sei un incredibile essere umano Isaac. Non lasciare che gli stronzi ti buttino giù. Non ti conoscono come ti conosco io" Si mise a sedere, con fare improvvisamente nervoso. Si agitò sulla sedia e si voltò verso di me "Voglio vedere, Carter" Sbattei le palpebre, sorpreso. Non era ciò che aveva detto che mi aveva sorpreso, ma il modo in cui l'aveva detto "Lo so

He takes my cock, long and deep, into his throat. He sucks and moans and I hold his head, fisting his hair as his fingers prep me. And I come. Hot, thick spurts rip pleasure from my skin, from my bones.

It’s about time I spent time on what’s really important.” “Well, work, then dinner, then you can do what’s really important.” Then he added, “You know I’m what’s important, don’t you? I meant that you can do me.

Inhale. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Exhale. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez. Inhale. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix. Exhale.

È per questo che Paul è andato a letto con un altro uomo?" La sua domanda mi stese. Mi colpì come un camion. Isaac sapeva tutto del mio ex e sapeva esattamente come ero stato male per quello che Paul aveva fatto. Fu come se l'aria fosse stata risucchiata fuori dalla stanza. Riuscivo a malapena a parlare "Che cosa?" Isaac sogghignò "È per questo che ti ha tradito? Perché lo soffocavi? Stavo cercando di controllare i suoi amici, con chi poteva parlare? Così si è scolato qualcun altro nel vostro letto?" Il mio stomaco sprofondò ai miei piedi. Isaac aveva sempre saputo come usare parole cattive, sapeva come mirare per uccidere. E non mi mancò

I had to make the most of what time I had left. And the truth was, if I didn’t change my lifestyle choices now, maybe I wouldn’t even get another thirty-five years. Or, at the very least, I wouldn’t get a healthy thirty-five years.

All I want really big and rock-hard on a guy is his IQ, and what I consider to be hardcore porn is a picture of a guy reading a book with a hard cover. Soft-core porn is a paperback, and browsing Amazon is my version of PornHub, okay?

Fifteen minutes later, cold-showered and somewhat clear-headed, I walked into the bar certain of two things. If I was going to stay in my very comfortable closet, I needed to avoid my new boxing trainer. And I needed a fucking drink.    

Is there a Mr. Nathan?" I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, and the confusion must have been clear on my face because he clarified, "A boyfriend?" My breathing stuttered, my eyes never left his and all I could do was shake my head no. And he smiled. Fuck.

Carter" disse Isaac brusco, facendomi guardare di nuovo verso di lui "Non sono perfetto e, anche se tu sembri pensare che io lo sia, posso dirti che non lo sono. Ma sono tuo, con tutto ciò che io sono" Fece un respiro tremante "Voglio passare la mia vita con te e speravo che lo volessi anche tu. Ho bisogno che tu mi dica quando sono antipatico, anche quando saremo vecchi e con i capelli bianchi. Lo farai? Per sempre Carter? Vuoi essere mio marito?" A quel punto, Hannah squittì è il viso di Isaac si voltò verso il suono quando si rese conto che avevamo un pubblico. Caddi in ginocchio, così da essere alla sua altezza, e gli presi il viso tra le mani, girando il suo volto di nuovo verso il mio "Si" sussurrai contro le sue labbra, prima di seppellire il viso del suo collo "Mille volte, sì

He’s gay, he’s single, he owns his own business. He lives in a cute-as-hell cabin-type house. He’s sweet and funny, and Liv, I don’t think you understand. He even named his dog Chutney from Legally Blonde. And he has little shoes for her so she can walk in the snow.

I am the only one who can touch you, and if any fucker thinks they can hurt you, I’ll send them to hospital too. I don’t give a fuck. I protect what’s mine. That’s who I am and it’s what I do, and I won’t apologise for it. If you don’t like that, then . . . then fucking tell me now.

This was butterfly-inducing, blood-warming, heart-skipping. This was the beginning of something very special. Was it love? Was I ready to call it that? Was I ready to hand over my heart to a guy I’d only known for a few weeks? Or maybe the better question was, did I even have a choice?

That night you were looking for Travis, yellin’ his name,” he said, talking softly. “We heard you callin’ for him. Broke Ma’s heart every time you yelled his name.” He gave me a sad smile. “It got quieter the farther you went out, but it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to listen to.

Non hai bisogno di essere rimesso a posto, Isaac. Non l'hai mai avuto." Si strinse nelle spalle. "Non avrebbe avuto importanza, anche se avessero potuto farlo. Non ha alcun senso riavere la vista se il motivo per cui la rivoglio indietro non fa più parte della mia vita" Oh, Isaac "Tu, Carter, volevo farlo per te" sussurro Isaac e il suo labbro inferiore tremò "di tutte le cose che ho voluto vedere nella mia vita, quella che voglio vedere di più sei tu. Volevo indietro la vista per poter vedere te" "Tu mi vedi" Scosse la testa e parlò rivolto alle sue mani che teneva in grembo "Non sarò mai in grado di vederti" Gli presi l'altra mano, tenendole entrambe nelle mie "Tu mi vedi. Nessuno mi ha mai visto come te" gliele alzai verso la mia faccia "Tu mi conosci, tu mi vedi, come nessun altro" "Non attraverso questi occhi" "No" concordai tranquillamente "tu mi vedi con il cuore

He takes me to bed and he takes his time, covering every inch of me with his hands and his mouth. He’s so in tune with my body—the sounds I make, how I move—and when he’s finally inside me, he’s gentle, so sure, so deep. He lights fireworks with his long slow strokes and I’m so close, so fucking close.

It's not the ocean that bends and breaks. You think those rocks down there are unmovable and a solid force because the water crashes around them, but it's the opposite. The ocean shapes them and breaks them down. It moves them, not the other way around. The ocean is a constant force of energy. It yields for nothing.

„I don't mean to be rude, but how does a blind person prune a tree?” Isaac clicked in his seatbelt. „I have no clue. To be honest, I don't even know if we have trees, but I sure as hell hope we do.” I smiled, almost afraid to ask. „Why?” „Because last year, Mr Grainger, the art teacher, took pruning shears to something.

A comfortable silence fell over us while we watched the TV, when a foul stench assaulted my nose. I almost gagged. “Jesus. Was that you?” Kira sat up, pushing me off him. “It was you! Fucking hell, Matt. What did you eat today?” Then Oscar yawned and stretched out on the rug on the floor, looking rather pleased with himself.

„I'm sorry about Hannah though,” he said. „She has no filter. She called me an ass.” I smiled, leaned over and kissed his cheek. „Don't apologize. I happen to really like ass.” Isaac's mouth fell open, as he blushed a deep scarlet, and I laughed. „Come on, on your feet. I'll wash, you dry.” He shook his head, disbelievingly. „I can't believe you just said that!” „What?” I scoffed. „That you're drying the dishes? Fair's fair, Isaac.” He blushed again and bit his lip. „That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it.” I put the dishes in the sink, laughing. „Yeah, I know. Next time, I'll ask Hannah to call you a dick, because I happen to really like that too.

name, room by room. Until he found him in the bathtub . . . Scarlett jumped up on his lap and began to purr. She nudged his chest and demanded a pat, like she somehow knew that he needed affection. He needed the universe to reach out and remind him that he was still breathing, and Scarlett meowed quietly, nudging him again, and August couldn’t help but smile.

They want you to be the old August or the guy we used to know, but you’re not that person anymore. When you lose someone you love, something in you changes. You can’t get the pieces to fit together again because the picture of you has been changed. They need to understand your pain and how it changed you before they can understand how the new you needs to be loved.

This is kind of insane, isn't it?" I asked. "I've only known you for a few days." "Five days. Six days if you include today." His blue eyes met mine, our foreheads still touching. "It's not insane. Insanity is a state of mind which prevents normal perception and/or behaviours." I chuckled at his clinical reply, but he pulled back so he could see my face properly and shrugged. "Jack, what I perceive of you, and how I've conducted myself in your company is with full mental cohesion." His cheeks stained with colour. "And Einstein would have you believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." He bit his lip and laughed at himself, I think. "But I don't want different results. I wouldn't change a thing.

Now it was me who got teary. “I hope so. If not, he’ll just have to fall in love with me all over again.” I tried to smile, to laugh it off, but couldn’t manage it. Because what if he didn’t? “And if he doesn’t . . .  Well, I’ll do whatever he needs to be happy. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You’d do anything to make them happy. Even if that means letting them go.

Despite my earlier concerns, I realised now I didn’t care that his emotions were synthetic. I didn’t care that he was programmed to suit me, to want me, to smile when he saw me. I didn’t care that his love for me was binary coded, programmed. It was real to me. And in many ways, it was more real than anything I’d had with any human. Human love came with conditions and limits, with mess and noise, and was fleeting at best. Shaun’s love wasn’t. It was forever and completely, unequivocally mine.

Nella mia vita non avevo mai visto due uomini che si baciavano. Lo avevo sognato. Ci avevo fantasticato sopra. Avevo sperato succedesse. Mi fece torcere le budella in un modo che non avevo mai immaginato. Mi sentii debole, caldo e freddo allo stesso tempo. Ed eccitato e vivo. E spaventato. E Gary sorrise e basta, e lo chiamò amore. Disse che tutti meritavano la felicità

«Richard, mi piace davvero il suono della tua risata. E se vuoi, senza alcuna fretta… ma se vuoi che il tuo primo vero bacio sia con me, io sarei d’accordo.» La faccia mi bruciava così tanto che pensai avrei potuto prendere fuoco, e di sicuro non riuscii a mettere insieme una risposta. Gary rise un altro po’ e fece un cenno con la testa verso la massa di persone. «Andiamo. Meglio tornare indietro»

No, Ryder's father was a cruel man. He used the Bible to disguise his hatred, and that's the worst kind of person.

The fuck is your problem?” he asked, his voice rough. He made no attempt to remove my hand. I thumbed his slit, smearing precome, and twisted my hand back down his shaft so I could pump him again. My god, the size of him. “I want you to fuck me . . . hard. And my problem is that I’m not face down on my bed with your horse-cock inside me, that’s what the fuck my problem is.

I want you to hate me. I need you to hate me.” Then he popped the button on my jeans and wrapped his fingers around my cock, pumping me rough and hard. “And when you fuck me with your monster cock, I need you to hate me as hard as you can.

Fuck yes. That’s what you wanted,” I said with a strained groan. With my hands on his shoulder blades, I pushed him down and slammed into him a few times. “Take it like the piece of shit you are. You think you can make me think of nothing else every minute of every fucking day. How much I want to sink my cock into you, up to my balls like I am right now.

How sore do you want to be tomorrow?” he asked, unbuttoning his own fly. He pulled his dick out, pumping the thick shaft. “Want to feel me every day you’re gone?” I spread my legs. “Please.

I feel like I landed in a Hallmark movie or something. Scenic mountains, small town, snowstorm, rescued by the handsome stranger who also happens to have the local hardware store.

What a remarkable and stupid thing love was.

So there are good vampires and bad vampires?” Cronin looked into Alec’s eyes, and he gave him a small smile. “Yes.

If he doesn’t love you at your worst, then he doesn’t deserve to love you at your best.

Frazzled and trying not to cry— Yes, cry. A thirty-one-year-old man can cry; shove your toxic masculinity in your cakehole and stop judging me.

Are you a serial killer? I really hope you’re not a serial killer, though to be honest, I’d probably just roll with it at this point.

internal-me was banging on the side of my gaydar because there seemed to have been a glitch. Surely not.

from the rest of my body. 404 Error. Erection Not Found.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, it’s all cute now. Just wait a year when you’d rather stab yourself in the ear with an ice pick than have a conversation with me.

Quote Schitt’s Creek? Yes, he did. It’s how we communicate. It’s prettier than interpretive dance.

Hamish, just go with it. If it lasts a week or a year or if it’s forever, don’t waste happiness. Life’s too fucking short.

His smile produced a dimple. A fucking dimple. Okay then. Hang up my lilac boots and cover me in carnations. It’s all over for me. Then, because I wasn’t dead enough, the fucker took off his glasses. He just took

them off and slid them onto his desk like he took out a machete and cut me in half. That’s how dead I was. He mowed me down in my fucking seat.

How are you at keeping secrets?” I sat forward, eyes wide, excited. “Absolutely terrible. Do not tell me anything.

You can read them in here.” His tone was his boss voice, deeper and final. My inner twink-who-wants-a-daddy sat up and took notice.

It didn’t mean anything. It certainly didn’t mean what I wanted it to mean, that

this sexy-AF grown-ass man doesn’t want to rearrange my intestines . .

There was room on that floating door for Jack.” “Oh my god, I know, right?

It’s been four days, four long and awful days since you left. I didn’t know a human heart could feel like this. How does it continue to beat when it’s so broken? How does everyone keep living when it all feels so lost to me? I’m trying to keep my chin up like you said. To make my own life like you said.