Bookish

“Naomi's my girlfriend," I say aloud, just to test the words, see how they feel fucking across my lips. Ronnie flips a page in an old copy of Rollin' Strong magazine and ignores me.

"Yeah, we heard. Sixteen times since we came in here," Josh bitches.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Are you in?" I roll my eyes and try to kiss him again, but he won't let me. I pinch his nipples, and all he does is wink and growl at me. "Say it."

"Fuck you"

"We'll get there, Naomi. Be patient. But first, you have to say it." I keep glaring, but I feel my body melting, my shields and my walls crashing down in flames. "Say you're mine, tell me that you're my girlfriend."

"You're my boyfriend," I say, and the words nearly kill me. "That's all you get for now. Best I can fucking do.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“It seems as if every month brings another study showing that breast milk is what Ponce de León should have been searching for.”
― Nicholas Day, Baby Meets World: Suck, Smile, Touch, Toddle