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“You have a lot of friends?” Eddie asks, because he could not possibly be more transparent.
Mark sighs, despising himself for going along with this. “No, Eddie. I have five friends, and you’re the only one I’ve . . .”
He gestures at the bed, scowling. “Christ. Are you happy now?”
Yeah,” Eddie says, beaming. “You bet I am. You don’t do this with, uh, non-friends?”
Mark can’t believe he isn’t going to be spared any of his dignity, that he’s cooperating in this dismantling of his defenses.“I haven’t done this with anyone at all in a long time.”
“I have.”
“Do you want a medal?”
Eddie laughs, loud enough that Mark puts a hand over his mouth so nobody in the hallway will hear. “But I’m not doing it with anyone else right now, and I’m not going to.”
Mark realizes that he’s been maneuvered into exclusivity. This is either a level of strategy that he didn’t know Eddie was capable of or a sign of how far gone Mark is”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“But I want to kiss you,and I thought you ought to know"
"You thought I ought to know."
Eddie shrugs. "I'm an honest guy.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“You get older, and things change. That’s the price of admission. You lose the people who knew you first, and then you start to lose everyone else. You lose your work. You lose the place where you grew up. You get things in return—new people, new hobbies, a chance to see everything new that the world has to throw at you. But you lose the things you’ve had the longest, the things that went into making you.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“It’s not pity,” Eddie says. “And I don’t think I could have a single feeling about you that’s wasted.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky