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197 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 16, 2015

“I like people who don’t see the chair...”
“I think it’s okay to see our differences. And even appreciate them. But not to judge people based on them.”
“It’s almost like she knows I’m about to break. I feel like with one word, I might crack into a million tiny pieces. Like one word will shatter me.”
“I got you a tux and shoes and I even bought you new underwear with rhinestones that cost a lot of money, just so your junk would be bejeweled and spectacular.”
His lips hover over mine, almost touching, but not. He takes my hand and lays it over his heart. “I hurt,” he says, his voice cracking. “Make it stop. Please.” He closes his eyes tightly, like he’s praying. “Please, Star. Please make it go away.”
“Carried me?” He pats his legs.
“In my lap. You were admiring my package.” He grins.
“I hope you’re talking about a gift.”
“Could be, if you play your cards right.”
“Are you going to touch me?” I ask. God, I hope he’s going to touch me. “Unless you tell me you don’t want me to, yes.” He says it so directly. So succinctly. “You tell me to stop and I will. That’s all you have to do. Tell me to stop. I’ll listen. I promise.”

“I got a mobility catalog the other day with some special sex chairs and cushions and stuff. You want me to bring it tomorrow?”
“Sex chairs?”
“Stop talking about my vagina in front of people.”
He grins. “But it’s, like, magical.”
She growls at him. “If you ever want to touch my magical vagina again, you’ll stop talking about it.” ~ Pete & Reagan
"My phone goes off in my pocket.
Star: Were you talking about my vagina?
I grin and swipe a hand across my mouth.
Me: Not yet, but I’m willing. You should totally show it to me so I have some frame of reference." ~ Josh & Star sexting