Lisa Henry

“Deacon flushed and smiled. "I guess you're right. I just want to feel, like...used. I want you to fuck me like I'm...like I'm--""A cheap whore?" Mark supplied. He was familiar with the feeling."Yes!" Deacon looked relieved. Then nervous again. "Only don't..."Mark wound an arm around him and kissed his cheek. "Spit it out. If I can clean my bowels out in front of you, you can tell me how you want to be fucked."Deacon hesitated. "Just don't be mean about it, okay? I want you to be dirty but not mean. Does that make sense?""Completely.”

“Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!”

“And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.”

“'You're like starlight,' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'”

“What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?” ~Mark Cooper”

“'Maybe you out to go back there.' 'Can't. Gotta stay where... where I know what's w”

“Cam shook his head. 'Do you ever listen to how much crazy shit comes out of your mouth?' 'Nope.' I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. 'Nobody does. That's why I remain undiagnosed.'”

“I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn't be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone.”