Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I'm quite certain that no one will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.

In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.

Do you think I just turn my secrets out for everyone?" He is unfazed. "I didn't know they were secrets," he says. "Or I wouldn't have asked.

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

No, Elenore's something else. You're beautiful. Especially when you look at me with that 'boy he's a condescending asshole' expression....Yea. Beautiful.

sensitive," I tried. Sam translated, "squishy." "creative." "Dangerously Emo." "thoughtful." Feng shui.