Tara

“So, how’d you two get together?” “New Year’s Eve.” Oli plopped on the couch again and poured a slim flute of champagne. “We fucked each other’s brains out, and next thing I knew it was true love.” “Are you being a smart-ass?” “Nope.” He handed me the glass and tapped his flute against mine. “Here’s to making David and Caleb happy, and ensuring they’re over each other.” “I’ll drink to that.”
― Santino Hassell, Interborough

“I knew you were all smitten and shit, but fuck, you really do love this guy." The smirk in Darren's voice was obvious. And annoying. "Aw, come on, admit it - you feel like Cinderella, don't you?"
"No, Darren, I don't. And do you know why?"
"No sugar, tell me why."
"Because I'm a man. I've got a big fat one and I like to fuck other guys." Darren was laughing over the phone now, and it made Reece grin. "And Ben isn't a prince, he's a cop. A big, sexy cop who fucks like a machine. He's a man. I'm a man. We're men." He nodded sharply. "Now fuck off. I'm arranging flowers.”
― L.A. Gilbert, Witness

“Mr. Snow.'
'Detective Winter.'
'Do you give all of the men in your life a murder case for Christmas, or just the really special ones?”
― C.S. Poe, The Mystery of Nevermore

“Peter to Austin:
"Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass