“Pretending to be someone you’re not is like kissing a live grenade. It feels smooth with your eyes closed, but remember, brother, like it or not, you’re still kissing Death. September Young, Into the flames” — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“I wouldn't ask for much. Only everything he could give me without losing himself.” — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“I've been thinking about you and all my fucking sauces have been splitting. O'Reilly, everything you don't say speaks to something gentle in me.… — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“O'Reilly, happiness does eventually come, it just needs a lot of foreplay, that's all." And what better lover could happiness find?” — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“O'Reilly," he murmured. "He'd be fuckin' crazy not to want you there. Every day. Every night." Against my arm, his heart thumped. "He'd be… — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“There is no sense in trying to be good, hoping to find myself back in God's grace, when Nick's skin makes heaven seem like… — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
“O'Reilly, I've been running from the worst of myself all my life, and now it looks like the best of me just caught up.” — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
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