“No,” Jason said. “No ban.” The idea that Vale might write poems about him was deliriously wonderful. His heart squeezed and jolted. He wanted to be deserving of Vale’s attention and dedicated words. “He’ll write according to his inspiration.” Father” — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Patrick waves between them. “This was goodbye. You were fucking me goodbye, not making love to me.” “No! It was making love. It was,… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Kevin’s nice front bulge in his jeans. If everything were different, he’d still let Will’s cowboy uncle plow him for a night or three.… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Wait, this guy has a kid?” Elliot gasped over the phone. “What hot mess have you gotten yourself into, girl?” “Shut up, Elliot. Like… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Jason laughed and shoved another shirt into his suitcase. He’d already balled up the t-shirt from the first time he and Vale had mixed… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“(Matty) 'I'm going to a corn maze.' (Elliot) 'Oh, bitch. You've lost your ever-loving mind.” — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Time was like a river, and memory was a current. Time flowed on without ceasing, no matter what or who tried to get in… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“No! Don’t ask Patrick about sex.” “He’s a doctor,” Olivia goes on. “He knows how bodies work.” God, does he ever know how bodies… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“Pausing for a breath, he uses his hand to keep Patrick right up at the edge before shoving Patrick’s cock back in his mouth,… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“I want you. Just the way you are. That’s all that matters to me. I don’t want your lands or your house or to… — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
“This one’s mine. I’ve claimed him. And he’s wearing my talisman to keep him safe.” — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
