Sam B. Morgan > Quotes

“He wasn’t laughing now. When Zack lifted his eyes to Brody’s, he was hit with the full intensity of stormy gray. Not filled with amusement anymore but with something else. It sent heat down Zack’s spine and into his shoes. He wasn’t even listening to the beats, just frozen in place with the buds in his ears, fingers still pressed to Brody’s chest as they stared at each other. The humor of the moment fell away as Brody continued to stare, arms still folded behind his head, mouth set into a straight line.”
― Sam B. Morgan, Slow Burn

“had to be men, and Brody hated himself for not being able to control that. He hated that he was taught to hate himself and anyone like him before he’d ever understood who he was. If not, maybe he wouldn’t be so fucked-up right now. So fucked-up that nothing worked except men.”
― Sam B. Morgan, Slow Burn