Stacy

“He was fucking with us pretty hard in the saferoom,” Sandra called from the front of the plane’s undercarriage.
“Aw, Sandy, that wasn’t fucking,” Simon said. “That was just, I don’t know, really obnoxious foreplay or something.”
― M. Chandler, The Morning Star

“Who needed rings to bind you unto death when you had scars and stitches, bruises and blood?”
― John Wiltshire, Conscious Decisions of the Heart

“Nikolas didn’t respond, so Ben just continued anyway.
“Promise me you’ll come back, and promise me you won’t
sleep with him. Or with anyone, I guess. And that means what
everyone means by that, yeah? Sleep, as in fuck, or anything to do
with fucking—which includes kissing. Anywhere. And don’t start
smoking again. And make sure you eat?”
Nikolas chuckled. “That’s a great deal more than one thing,
but I’d promise you anything you want, Ben. Take advantage of
this moment.”
Ben held him off. “The most important is that you come
back.”
Nikolas nodded. “I can’t live without a heart. Of course I’ll
come back.”
― John Wiltshire, Conscious Decisions of the Heart

“What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell