“Eyes stinging, Abel blinked and stared at Clint. “He isn’t my father,” he said quietly, a thickness in his voice. “Max is… — C.J. Bishop Father Copy Share Image
“is never being too old to hold hands. It is remembering to say ‘I love you’ at least once each day. It… — C.J. Bishop Goals Copy Share Image
“Jim swallowed hard and took an instinctive step back. “You…you don’t understand. I’m not some faggot pervert. It wasn’t like that.” The… — C.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter now,” Nolan murmured, his voice taking on a defiant edge. “The tables have turned. I’m not out to appease… — C.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Apparently sometimes the path to heaven had to cut through hell first.” — C.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Oh fuck, baby, why can't we rush some more? A half a night and one morning without you is too much for… — C.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
