Lena

“I knew how to make him angry and how to make him laugh, and I hoped I could make him happy.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“You know you’re wearing pyjamas wrong, right?”
He didn’t look up. “Oh?”
“Yeah, you’re supposed to just wear the bottoms, and have them hanging low on your hips, displaying your perfectly chiselled V-cut.”
“Maybe next time.”
I thought about this for a moment. “Are you saying you have a perfectly chiselled v-cut?”
“I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”
“What if someone asks? I should know for verisimilitude.”
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “You can say I’m a gentleman and we haven’t got that far.”
“You” – I gave a thwarted sigh – “are a terrible fake boyfriend.”
“I’m building fake anticipation.”
“You’d better be fake worth it.”
“I am.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“Well, isn’t this cosy.” Alex beamed at me. “Would you like anything else while we wait for the ladies? I mean my lady and your boylady.”
“I’m not sure ‘boylady’ is the correct term.”
“Terribly sorry. Still a bit of a novel sitch. Not that isn’t fearfully nice that you’re a homosexual. Just never brought one to the club before.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“I don’t want fine. Fine isn’t enough. Isn’t not about the open fire or whatever other clichés you can conjure up, but yes, I want a connection. I want you to care as much as I care. I want you to need it and want it and mean it. I want it to matter.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material