“Boyfriend?” He was smiling slightly. Karl rolled his eyes. “Not if you’re going to be like that about it.” “What, happy?” Aiden teased. “You supposed to want your boyfriend to be happy, you know.” “I want you to be happy,”… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Boyfriend?” He was smiling slightly. Karl rolled his eyes. “Not if you’re going to be like that about it.” “What, happy?” Aiden teased. “You… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Just looking at him made Andrew feel tense and irritated. It was wonder perfect strangers didn't go up to the guy and punch him… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“I swear I won't run away again, though. If I have to go, or if you ask me to, I'll walk away after saying… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“You won't want to leave when you've tasted Mom's fried chicken," Matt said with a touching faith in the power of grease.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“So far, everyone seemed to be paired off as neatly as if Noah had helped with the guest list.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“You're stalking me," Owen said. Sterling shook his head. "I prefer the word 'following'; it sounds less creepy." "But that doesn't make it any… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“His expression softened, which made Sterling's throat tighten just a little. “You've cannonballed into the deep end when you don't know how to swim,… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Enjoy your little field trip to the zoo—and, yes, some of the animals here do bite.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Tell me you spotted a condom tree over to the right by the stream of lube.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Owen had been using the track for months, but he didn't recall Sterling doing anything more athletic than tapping his pencil against his desk… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“And wasn't that what love was all about? Not the immediate bone-melting lust and roller-coaster emotions, but the promise of it all lasting, mellowing… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“He knew Doms who never sucked off their subs, claiming that it upset the power dynamic too much, tangled the lines drawn. To his… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
