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“Are you really a Texan? I mean, really? Riley, if I have a headache,

I'd put bacon around an aspirin before I take it.”
― RJ Scott, The Heart of Texas

“He didn't deserve someone like Lorcan. He'd turned Lorcan's pure and wonderful feelings into something ugly, something to be ashamed of. He stepped into his room, shutting the door quietly behind him, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands as he listened to Lorcan move around his room. He did something he hadn't allowed himself since his daddy had passed. He cried—for his loss, for what could have been... but mostly, he cried in shame.”
― S.J.D. Peterson, Lorcan's Desire

“It had been a nice night, but not one they’d repeat. Like, ever.

Why was he dialing his phone?

A few rings later, a familiar voice picked up on the other end. “Whitman.”

Dammit, my subconscious really is out to get me. “Matt? Brennan. I was wondering if…” make it something good, “…you…wanted to…” his gaze flew around the room, settling on his DVD shelf, “…watch Star Wars with me?”Star Wars? A hundred DVDs on the shelf and he settled on fucking Star Wars? He was never going to get in Matt’s pants ever again.

There was a pause on the other end.

Great, I’ve scared him off with my closet geekery. Go me.

“Which one?”

His heart skipped a beat. Or not.“I have all six.”

“My favorite is Strikes Back. I can be at my place in about twenty. I’ll bring food?” Brennan’s eyes squeezed closed and he grinned, kicking his feet in delight. I am such a girl. “You know we can’t watch Strikes Back without immediately going to Return, right?”

“We should pace ourselves. Star Wars is serious business. Usually I don’t watch them without consuming about five pounds of Skittles and three bottles of Coke.”

“I’ll grab the junk food. We can pull an all -nighter.”

“It’s a weeknight.” Matt sounded ridiculously disappointed about the fact, which was so happy-dance-worthy that Brennan almost literally jumped out of his chair. “But maybe we could turn it into a three-part date? Start tonight? End Friday?”
― Christine Price

“Sam. I've got news for you. Not every childhood trauma can be healed by finding the right penis."

Sam looked devastated. He opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide, then suddenly slumped back against the railing, unable to support himself anymore. "You mean," his voice was barely a whisper. "All those romance novels lied?”
― Anne Tenino, Whitetail Rock