“Stud,” D repeated, growly and low. Jack snorted. “You got a better word for a guy who’s swept my chimney five times in one night?” — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“And how do you really feel? Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Yeah, it’s just that… well, most of the time in names, D is followed by some more letters. Like –onald, or –avid.” — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Neither of us is gonna be able to walk tomorrow." "Who needs ta walk? Dunno 'bout you but I ain't plannin' ta leave this… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Kissing Jack wasn't what he'd expected. Not letting himself do it for this long now seemed kind of stupid ... or a lot stupid.… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Check if anyone’s following us,” HAL said from the backseat. “How do I know that?” “Uh… look in the rearview mirror.” — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Okay." He let his eyes close and it was a relief; not just of relief of minutes, but of years.” — Jane Seville Copy Share
“He stood before the door, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Hi. Uh... how are ya? No, no. Hello, Jack. I'm back. Shit, that fuckin' rhymes. Sounds… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“My grandma always had chocolate-covered cherries," D said, his tone curled at the edges, like he'd surprised himself with the memory. Jack slid up… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“You got a better word for a guy who's swept my chimney five times in one night?" -Dr. Jack Francisco” — Jane Seville Copy Share
“He paused at the bedroom door, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked right out like it was any other morning, and… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“No, Jack, we cain’t sneak by. These aren’t movie bad guys who don’t got no peripheral vision and we can just slip past while… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“D snorted. “Gotta be prepared.” He looked up at Jack’s face, frowning. “What?” Jack shrugged. “It’s just….” He sighed. “I’m starting to see words… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Jack felt arousal spiking through him, clouding his mind with the wanting, wanting this man, all of him, black and tarry, rotted with disuse,… — Jane Seville Copy Share
“D knew at once that this guy was one of those that was always imagining himself in a Tarantino movie.” — Jane Seville Copy Share
“Saw you out there in the garden. Looked so damn...fine," he said, quietly. "Was like I hadta have ya, right then. Bubbled up like...I… — Jane Seville Copy Share
