Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

How does Parker’s body compare with yours ” Great. A pop quiz I thought recognizing his transition into lecture mode. “How does Parker’s body compare with mine Hmm.” I gave Parker a quick theatrical once-over and he smiled clearly catching on to my line of thought. “Nice legs and killer biceps. But I have better boobs. No question.

I could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldn’t have meant anything. I wished for you to see me. And want me. So…did you mean it?” “Yes,” I said, and some unnamed tension inside me eased. “I see you, Tod.

Marc didn’t want to win by default. He wanted to win for real. Forever.