Midi Lein

“So you're not upset about the fact that I was...tracking you?"
He flashed his dimple at me. "Think we can call a spade a spade. You were stalking me."
I grunted, not agreeing but not denying it either.
"But no." Matty smiled shyly, toying with a button on my shirt. My cock twitched as his fingertip grazed my skin. "I'm not upset about that. Actually, I think it's quite...flattering. Like maybe you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you."
Fuck. I was on dangerous ground here. "You shouldn't look at it that way. It's toxic, red flag behaviour."
His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked up at me from under his lashes.
"Did I ever tell you I'm colour blind?”
― Lark Taylor, Justice

“We live all our lives in cages. Each of us, be we a slave or be we a king, call a prison our home. The prison is that which gives us shelter. It is our society.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Puppeteer

“Fields squinted at her. "You look so familiar. Have I seen you in something?"
Charlie slid her gaze to Webster before asking, "I don't know. Do you watch a lot of porn?"
"Charlie!" Webster snapped, exasperated.
"What?" Charlie asked, her voice full of mock innocence.”
― Onley James, Endangered Species

“I glanced at what Dagon was holding and sighed.
"Really? You ripped out his spine?"
Dagon looked down at it like he'd forgotten he was holding it before throwing it behind him. His eyes were returning to normal, the temperature lowering as he got his demon under control. "Well, he was being spineless, so I figured it was an apt way for him to die.”
― Lark Taylor, Luck of the Devil