Once upon a time we were briefly friends with benefits. Now we're just friends at a benefit. 
That's when he finally turns his head to look at me. As he rubs himself, he swallows, and I see his Adam's apple bob roughly. "I need to know. 
You're not okay. And I'm the one who noticed. 
My boyfriend? I thought I'd resigned myself to the fact that we weren't going to be together. And now I'm thinking of him as my boyfriend? 
Why hasn't anyone ever told me the prostate was some kind of magical pleasure zone? Are there unicorns and orgasm fairies dancing around in there? 
I'm like the worst queer dude ever. Somebody pass me the manual! 
The question now isn't whether I want to fool around with this man. The question is how I'm ever going to give it up. 
There weren't any time-outs, though. Not in life, and not in hockey. 
I was as good as resisting Griff Shipley as Homer Simpson was at resisting a donut. 
screen. Again, he 
Maybe I can convince you to kiss me again. I'm right here, honey. Come get me. 
Give me the D. You know you want to. 
You really do love me, huh?""Always have." I swallowed hard. "Always will.
It's hard to admit you're just in someone's periphery when you imagined you were closer to the center of their world. 
My dragons took long naps on their chains and forgot to frighten me with their fiery roar. 
Seeing him was a sucker punch to the gut. Once upon a time he'd loved her. And then when he'd stopped, it wasn't really his fault. 
I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn't stamp out ignorance and unhappiness. 
We'd been so close all those years ago. My subconscious just couldn't get over the idea that we weren't anymore. 
I guess time flies when you're playing hockey every day and getting laid every night. 
Love is friendship set in fire. 
Every kiss still felt like a gift, because I knew how much they cost him. 
The best things in life are the ones you don't expect. 
My libido was like a Golden Retriever puppy, ready to jump all over him and lick his face.Down, girl.
Summer's a total cocktease." He shrugs, repeating himself. "It always ends." He's right about that. Summer always ends. 
I'm bisexual, and it's not just a physical connection I feel with Wes. 
Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn't matter how much you hate it. It's just true. 
My trick is understanding that there aren't any tricks. You just have to wade through each moment as it comes. 
It was hard enough being the Girl in the Wheelchair. I didn't need to be the Girl Who Ejected From Her Wheelchair 
It turns out that trying to ignore somebody is about the most, exhausting thing in the world. 
It's no accident that I'd named my guitar after a boy. He was as close to a boyfriend as I was likely to get. 
If you want to keep breathing, don't ever call the love of my life a bitch. 
You are the perfect girl," he said against my lips. "You're hot, but you hate to shop. That dress is gonna look great. On my floor. 
Even in the midst of a bad decision, I could still live in the moment. And the moment was fine. 
My weakness is him. 
-Have I ever told you that you're beautiful? -Any time I offer you food.
-Exactly. Gimme that.
Sucking each other off? 
cheerfully dragged me into the package store. (That's what you call a liquor store in Connecticut, 
My weakness is him.Bowen, Sarina; Kennedy, Elle. Him (Kindle Location 155). Rennie Road Books. Kindle Edition.
Like me, Jamie has two speeds: horny and asleep. 
Loser gives the winner a blowjob," he said just as I swung. 
me, though. My dick throbbed for him. 
I hold him as close as I dare. Even if my entire life goes to shit before breakfast tomorrow, I'll always have this night. 
It's us. And it's perfect. 
But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations. 