Niki

“And then I see it. My eyes lock on the tiniest of details, but it’s one that tips my world off its axis all the same.
He’s got his cap on backward. As soon as I notice it flipped around, my stomach swoops in a dramatic swan dive. A fluttering occupies my chest, and oh my fucking god, this cannot be happening.
Fuck my miserable life; I’ve definitely got worse Daddy issues than I thought if seeing him wear his cap backward leaves me feeling a certain way.”
― Elliott Rose, Saving the Rain

“James gave another nod but wouldn’t open his eyes. Harold smiled, running his palm lightly over James’s chest.
“Who am I? What year is it?”
“It’s 1704. And you’re Princess Amelia of Britain.” Harold snorted. “Very good.” He tightened his embrace, then let go. “Just checking you’re with me.”
“You’re mine,” James whispered. “It’s the twenty-third of July, 1818, and you’re mine.”
Harold froze, chest constricting. “That’s very true.” He stroked James’s hip. “All mine.”
“I just love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Harold kissed his shoulder.”
― J.A. Rock, A Scandal for Stratford

“Harold snorted. “Why I even bother letting you up from over my knee is beyond me.”
“So that you can kiss me, I suppose.”
― J.A. Rock, A Scandal for Stratford

“I’ve never known what it’s like to love this wholly. Every part of me is attached to you. If you go somewhere without me, I’m coming straight after because I don't want to do any of this without you.”
― Elliott Rose, Saving the Rain