Caly

“Platonic,” I reminded him. “What? You can give platonic handjobs. I’ve given plenty of them.” I resisted the urge to ask for details. “In your dreams, Vistarii.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“You live to torment me.”
“You, personally,” she said waspishly.
He laughed more, tears springing to his eyes. “Well fuck my life, I guess.”
― Sophie Clark, Cruel Is the Light

“Actually, no. I was standing in for Rorick, another branch captain, as a favor,” I explained. “Why? Any of the freshlings catch your eye?” She snorted, pausing a moment to pick up a quartzy-looking pebble off the side of the road and held it up to the sun. “Ah, no—of course not,” I supplied. “The woman is clearly more interested in rocks.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“so it was just me and the tea kettle, screaming to ourselves at midnight.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether