「Nick」

“I don’t care anymore,” he said, his voice deep and rough with emotion. “I’m sick of fighting it.” “Fighting what?” I asked, confused but breathless from the intense emotion in his eyes. “This,” he said and took the final step forward. Suddenly his arms were around me, pressing me close against him, and for a moment he held me there, looking down into my face. Then his head moved downwards and mine moved upwards, and we were kissing.”
― Melanie Cellier, The Princess Companion: A Retelling of The Princess and the Pea

“His moss-green eyes shine in the bright light of the floodlights. Without waiting for a second beat, he leans forward and kisses me, pressing his soft lips against mine.”
― Amy McCulloch, Jinxed

“He gripped Noa’s hand tighter and reached out with his other arm, brushing his fingertips along Noa’s cheek. Noa grabbed it, holding it in place. Haru’s hand was warm against his own, flushed skin. “I’m not gay,” he murmured. Haru held his gaze. Waited. “But I’m not straight either . . .” Clearly, he thought. Haru’s lip quirked. “I’m in love with you, Haru.”
― Carola Elvira, Change of Heart

“Have you recently been using a candy cane as a dildo?”
― Adam Kay, Twas The Nightshift Before Christmas