Lena

“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

“Not broken, just bent”
― Mona Kasten

“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

“The conversation hadn’t so much died on us as been taken out back and shot in the head. And I knew I should be playing paramedic but I couldn’t quite bring myself to or work out how.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material