You're rich, spoiled and used to getting your own way."
"Not true. If I had my own way you would have kissed me and ridden me like a cowboy while screaming 'yeehaw'.
I start thinking that maybe God’s plan is I make him more of a man and less of a boy.
“I think I was wrong. Some men will always be boys.”
"I start thinking that maybe God’s plan is I make him more of a man and less of a boy."
“I think I was wrong. Some men will always be boys.
Do you know why I like dogs and not cats? Because when
you’re talking to dogs, they don’t walk away in order to rim
themselves.
~Austin to Cai's cat Begone Cai's, also known as the "fucking hairball with the crazies.
Stichwörter: shattered-glass dani-alexander
McCleary was an unpolished, semi attractive man in his late thirties or early forties. His hair was grey. His suit was cheap. His cologne was cheaper and his attitude was a hundred percent asshole. He have me an instant boner.
Dani AlexanderBunny Slippers watched my appraisal for at least a full
minute before clasping his hands and resting them on the table.
“You stand in the doorway, clothes sticking to you like you just
got out of the shower and didn’t dry off.” I hadn’t dried off
actually. “Your hair is wet like it’s been raining, but it’s near
ninety outside. You glare at me for a good ten minutes before
you come over. Sit across from me in my booth, without an
invitation. Don’t introduce yourself. Don’t say hello. You
announce you’re not gay, but that I made you gay, and I am
confusing you?
Well, when he said it like that.
I made a mental note to call. Later.
Tomorrow. Next month. Or January.
Is he my competition?” I asked.
“Everyone is your competition.” Peter lifted his hand to his
eyes and began lowering it incrementally. “It goes normal human
beings, crazies, republicans, my hand, imaginary characters,
corpses and then, in a moment of lustful psychosis, you.” By the
time he was done, his hand was below the table.
Ouch.
Are you in love with me?" I asked, grinding my nails into my palms.
"Yes," he said simply. "But not yet
Stichwörter: gay-romance
My father married my mother three days after they met.
Your father also killed and maimed people for a living. How about we just place him in the Not-To-Emulate pile?"
Shattered Glass by Dani Alexander (Chpt 14)
We have to go," I replied, ready to throw everything I felt for Peter in the nearest trash and tie up the bag. Let it fester there with my already condemned sanity.
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