We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the pure, transcendental freedom more often delivered by both.
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From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.
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And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
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He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well.
Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room.
Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door.
"I know, V. You always have.
~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn
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Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.
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End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.
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He was having an illicit affair... with his own mate.
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Wow," she breathed.
"I know, right? Hung like a horse."
"If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V."
"About my size."
She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.
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As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him."
Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. "I know. You thought you weren't?"
As if that were rather stupid of him.
"I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am."
"That I believe."
"Im so fucking..." God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year--
On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing.
"Fuck, Fuck!" If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling.
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