Pretending to be someone you’re not is like kissing a live grenade.
It feels smooth with your eyes closed, but remember, brother, like it or
not, you’re still kissing Death. September Young, Into the flames
O'Reilly, happiness does eventually come, it just needs a lot of foreplay, that's all."
And what better lover could happiness find?
Tag: happiness m-m-romance
There is no sense in trying to be good, hoping to find myself back in God's grace, when Nick's skin makes heaven seem like a flooded trailer park.
Mel BossaTag: m-m-romance
O'Reilly," he murmured. "He'd be fuckin' crazy not to want you there. Every day. Every night."
Against my arm, his heart thumped.
"He'd be stupid not to want to wake up to your wicked green eyes. Those eyes that make him feel like he's paid his dues. Like he's finally finished with living off God's fucking redemption crumbs.
Tag: m-m-romance
I've been thinking about you and all my fucking sauces have been splitting. O'Reilly, everything you don't say speaks to something gentle in me. Something I thought I'd choked.
Mel BossaTag: m-m-romance
O'Reilly, I've been running from the worst of myself all my life, and now it looks like the best of me just caught up.
Mel BossaTag: m-m-romance gutted
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