Michele

“No?” Mac taunted, “’Cause not even three weeks have passed since I talked you into forgettin' your precious rules. I seriously doubt much has changed in terms of feelings. From where I’m standin' it looks like you’re either a coward, or a selfish prick playin' push and pull with me, and right now I’m wonderin’ why the hell I should bother with you.”
― Taylor V. Donovan, Six Degrees of Separation

“What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?”
“No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.”
Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian.
“Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat.
“Glock, paper, scissors. I win.”
“You are an ass,” Julian muttered.”
― Abigail Roux, Armed & Dangerous

“He's always checking out your arse."

Kevin's laugh died on it's way up his throat. "Are you serious? Shit, I need to work on my gaydar."

"No, you don't." Cedric folded his arms over his chest. "I'm gay and I want you. That's all you need to know.”
― Taylor V. Donovan, 60 Percent Proof

“I’m with friends. Leaving with them, too… unless any of you guys want to take me home?” The come-hither look was back in full force.
“Not a chance.” Sam slid out of the booth.
“Not on the clock,” Logan said.
“Not with witnesses,” Zane countered.
“Not even gay,” Duncan finished.”
― Taylor V. Donovan, Six Degrees of Lust