Janet Gibbons

“Dawson looked at him, his jaw clenched earnestly, and remembered when he thought Jared was the leader of the two of them. He should have been the leader—he was the older one, the more experienced one. But moment by moment, text by text, touch by touch, it had finally dawned on Dawson that Dawson would survive if their relationship detonated and dissipated in smoke and flames. Jared would be in the heart of the blast. Scientists with microscopes and DNA detectors wouldn’t be able to find him again.”
― Amy Lane, Behind the Curtain

“Is it always like this?” Dawson whispered. “This buzz in my stomach and my chest—how happy I am to hold you? Does it always feel like this?” Jared lifted his face in the dark, his lower lip full and swollen from kisses, his eyes shiny. “No,” he said soberly. “No. This is special.”
― Amy Lane, Behind the Curtain

“Thanks to you, my brother is eating tampons.”
― Adrienne Wilder, The First Three Rules

“After all, one does not scream at lesbians in Doc Martens unless one wants to receive a penis kicking.”
― T.J. Klune, Tell Me It's Real