“Leaning his forehead against Michael's, Dominic admitted, "I didn't dance then. I think I was waiting for you.”

“We all want to be stronger and better. Sometimes just to prove that we're good enough to be respected…or loved".”

“...there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they're even more important.”

“All I'm saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they're even more important.”

“We make a messed-up pair, don't we?""The soldier and the junkie," Daniel said with a self deprecating chuckle."Ex-soldier and ex-junkie," Sam corrected him. "We're getting there.”

“You think I’m yours? Well, I think you’re mine.”

“What the—” This time when I snapped away from him, he let me go. I stared down at his dick, at his torn jeans, and managed to put two and two together. “Oh…”Riley groaned and glanced away from me. “Sorry,” he mumbled, covering his eyes with his hand. “Usually good at controlling myself, but not with you.” His shoulders hunched as the blush all over his body deepened. “I don't have any control when it comes to you.”Not shyness—embarrassment.His other hand began to tap a familiar rhythm against the couch as he kept his gaze averted from me. “Superstrength is such a drag, ya know? Had to replace half my furniture. Just fucked up your wall. And…this. Comic books never talked about how those guys handled hard-ons.”