“Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush."”

“For the first time in his life he understood why the Bible called sex "knowing". Everything was different. Now he knew Dante. He'd known Dante. And wonder of wonders, Dante had known him right back.”

“[...]Are both of you...?""Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen.”

“Griff groaned and covered Dante's loose mouth with his own, driving his tongue in to steal the stars from his eyes, the fire from his mind.”

“Gotten butt-ass, bone-dog naked for your vadge-cam?" Dante offered with an angelic smile, standing close."Fucking hell, D." Griff turned to Beth with an apology, but she spoke first."Huh-yeah. Thanks, cockbreath.”

“Griff held his breath, waiting for it, knowing the axe would fall and he‘d start dying as soon as he walked out the fucking door, and Dante would just grin and joke and try to forget what they had done together in this room.”

“Just then Dante leaned against him, brow between his shoulder blades for a moment, so tentatively Griff held his breath. His voice was almost sheepish. “Nah. Everyone knows I was born defective. They didn’t instal you until later.”