Sandra

“His chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths. His head canted back, his face pointing skyward. He looked like a young and sleeping god, weary after driving the sun across the heavens. And I’d gotten to blow him. I’d gotten him off. He’d shared his glory with me.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“What the hell are you implying? Yes, I’ve slept around but I’m not Alexander Fleming’s petri dish.”
― Alexis Hall, How to Bang a Billionaire

“In that moment, with a curtain of rain shielding us from the world, and with him presenting himself to me, he was a galaxy of sunrises.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“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