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253 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 15, 2009
“I love you, Jory. I love your good heart and your kindness and the way you bring out the very best in everyone you meet. I need you, because without you I’m empty and mean.”
“Just coming home, walking in our bedroom and you’re sleeping all warm and safe in our bed… I just… I can’t breathe. My home is a sanctuary now, and I won’t give that up because you’re pissed at me. I don’t love anything or anyone as much as you. You’re my whole life.”



"We're all mad, Jory, you're an idiot!"
Which was probably true. I couldn't really defend myself.

"I cannot believe that my family, your brother, all our friends, and an entire police force can't keep tabs on one twenty-six year old graphic designer who thinks he's fuckin' Batman."

"I don't sleep the same when you're not with me. I figured that out when I was gone all that time. You're the only one who makes me forget about everything else so I can just...be."
"You know, for a big tough silent guy type, you say a lot of really good stuff."
"Yeah well, I try."
"No, you don't. And that's the best part."

"I think, in real life, magic happens every day," he said, rolling over on top of me, staring down into my eyes. "But even if it doesn't, who cares? I don't need a happily ever after, J, I just need the ever after part. The adjective can be whatever. Up and down ever after, sometimes rocky ever after, crazy ever after - I don't give a shit. As long as you stick around, we'll just do the best we can, day after day."


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I need to stop*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
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He had promised to return, but without a word for three years I had given up hope of ever seeing him again. And then he was suddenly back and ready to pick up where we'd left off.
I had fought him off much longer than I would have thought, almost a week, before succumbing to the pull of my heart, the needs of my body, my brain buried under an avalanche of emotion. .
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“You know, I have a theory that because your brain is so small you can't hold more than one thought in your head at a time. That's why you do such stupid shit all the time, 'cause when the new stuff is in there you forget everything else.”
I had to laugh because he sounded so serious.
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“I want you back here now. I want you next to me now. I cannot believe that my family, your brother, all our friends, and an entire police force can't keep tabs on one twenty-six-year-old graphic designer who thinks he's fuckin' Batman.”

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contains spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“You know, I have a theory that because your brain is so small you can't hold more than one thought in your head at a time. That's why you do such stupid shit all the time, 'cause when the new stuff is in there you forget everything else.”
“I just want you to get it finally. I want you to realize that you are not a superhero, you are not bulletproof. You need me to protect you, and I need to do it. All I want is to stand between you and the world... please just let me.”


"It was the most ridiculous situation ever. The kidnapper had gotten car jacked. Hysterical."I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Half the time I felt like I was in FF.net reading a slash fic. And to think the first book is in my favorites shelf...
"All wounds heal with time."
