“A laugh that died when Aidan gave him a wink, turned and walked, sans towel, across the living area to his room, his firm backside on display beneath those damp swim trunks. Partner, mentor, friend, Jamie repeated to himself. Nothing… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
I steeled myself against laughter; I would rather die than laugh. I didn’t laugh, I did not laugh. But I died, I did die. — Miranda July Copy Share Image
