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“I’m not interested in anyone but you! I don’t want anyone but you! Get that through your stupid, smart head!”
― Whit
― Whit
“Why couldn’t guys cuddle or hold hands? Who came up with that shit rule? Maybe we’d all be happier if we were able to show some affection every once in a while.”
― Whit
― Whit
“Sounds like a lousy reason, and who drives half an hour for a bag of candy.” Okay, so August obviously doesn’t have his priorities straight, but I’m not going to go there right now.”
― Emery
― Emery
“So, this is your type?” Quinn huffs, his eyes roving over Robert. “Do you usually like men with birds? I can get a fucking bird.”
― Waiting for You
― Waiting for You
“He gets to me every time. All he does is exist and I gravitate toward him.”
― Reaching Reed
― Reaching Reed
“I’d crawl completely inside of him if I could––just live in his light. I’m so afraid of the dark.”
― Emery
― Emery
“I'm sorry, we're what?" "Stuck. Like really stuck. I think we need a tow. See how we're kind of slanted. I kind of slipped the car off the road. Just a bit. But I swear, it was not candy-related”
― Emery
― Emery
“Everyone has emergencies, but you have to remember that an emergency on your part does not constitute one on mine.”
― Lex
― Lex
“Yes. Why do you want me to move, Caleb?” I know what he’s trying to do. Humiliate me, make me feel ashamed because straight guys don’t do this. We don’t spoon on couches, but I don’t feel ashamed. Not really. “Fine. I want to cuddle. With you. Now move.”
― Whit
― Whit
“He just looks so damn nice and put together, that I have this obsessive desire to mess him up. Get him dirty. Rumple his hair a bit. Spray my come across his face. Smear it into his skin. Whoops, too far.”
― Emery
― Emery
“You’re more than my type,” I tell him, our eyes clashing in the mirror. “I hate that I want you, but I do. You’ve consumed me.”
― Reluctantly You
― Reluctantly You
“August, I can’t be discreet, especially about you. We either do this out in the open or not at all. I’m terrible with secrets, and I would have a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you.”
― Emery
― Emery
“Me: I don’t think that’s the issue. He’s just worried about his mom. Me: He doesn’t want to disappoint her. Lex: Parents were created so we could disappoint them. It’s in the job description.”
― Emery
― Emery
“I obviously have issues that have yet to be resolved—probably something to do with my childhood. Where is Sigmund Freud when I need him? I need a word.”
― Colin
― Colin
“Oh! Hi,” a voice says to my right, and I turn my gaze. I see a guy slightly younger than myself, probably late twenties, with tattoos covering his entire body. He’s wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, his hair pulled back with a hot-pink sweatband. And in his mouth is a lollipop. What the fuck is this? Is this a cosmic joke? “I couldn’t help but admire how strong you are,” the guy says with a grin, his lips cherry red from the candy. “I was wondering if you could give me some pointers. I’m Emery, by the way.”
― Reluctantly You
― Reluctantly You
“Marriage?” I gasp, before I even realize I’m speaking. “I’m not fucking marrying—oh god, am I marrying him? I’m not even gay.”
― Covenant
― Covenant
“What the hell do you want from me, Em?" I ask. "Just say what you want. Tell me." Emery stomps his foot and yells, "I want someone to fucking fight for me once, goddammit.”
― Emery
― Emery
“Oh shut up. My candy rolled off the seat, okay? I was collecting it when I lost control." "That is why you crashed the car? Because of a wayward M&M's?" "No! Well, yes, but they were the peanut butter M&M's and everyone knows they're the best kind.”
― Emery
― Emery
“It’s the best thing I’ve seen all day. My depraved mind wants to fill him with so much cum that it’s constantly dribbling out of him. I want him thinking of me all day, every day.”
― Covenant
― Covenant
“What the hell is it about this guy? And why the fuck do I want to know it all?”
― Reaching Reed
― Reaching Reed
“Come here,” he says and pulls me up, pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me roughly. “I’m going to wreck you,” he says, and I groan my acceptance. He can have me.”
― Whit
― Whit
“I’m not gay. I can’t be gay.”
― Reluctantly You
― Reluctantly You





