“Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday.”

“Maybe I will buy my nephew an aquarium for his next birthday. It’s got to be better than the bathroom sink, which is where my brother is keeping him now.”

“He touched my little brother—I stopped his heart.It was a fair trade.”

“My brother-"Fuck your brother." I squeezed the trigger.”

“For all the times he'd fucked me, he'd never fucked me like this. Because this wasn't fucking.It was in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. It was in his heartbeat, pulsing against my chest and inside me. It was how he moaned my name, it was how he murmured and pleaded, and it was how his fingers dug into my skin. It wasn't fucking. It was emotion and pure need…He was making love to me.”

“Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.”