Charlotte

“flex his testicles with me,”
― Chase Taylor Hackett, Where Do I Start?

“Unless someone went spelunking through your porn history or found those little naked-bedside photos you think I don't know you take of me tangled in the sheets."

"You look...genuinely breathtaking like that."

"I'm aware. Also don't think I don't pose that way on purpose. Consider it performance art for your eyes only.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“I love you, Aaron. The way you are. Every ragged, difficult, brilliant part of you. And everything in between. I've never-never-felt like this about anyone. And it hurts."

Aaron's breath caught.

But Kenny didn't let him look away.

"It hurts because one day you might not need me. You'll be strong enough to stand in the world without flinching. You're young and beautiful. And I'm...older and weathered. And if you do choose to walk on your own, I’ll be proud. But devastated. Because this… right here…. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“Oh...I didn't realise you'd be bringing..." She darted her gaze tot he dog. "...anyone. The scene's quite delicate."

"Don't worry," Kenny said dryly. "He's trained."

Aaron smiled sweetly.

Parry blinked. "I meant the dog."

"So did I." Kenny clapped his hands together for warmth.

"Aaron's the feral one.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa