“I guess I am just a pervert with rapist facial hair.”“Well, you’re my kind of pervert.”

“Who can resist this handsome mug?” He stroked his broad jaw and I tried my hardest not to nod along. “Complete with rapist facial hair,” I added.”

“You’re the light in all this madness. You’re my light. I should have been with you...” The thought hit him as his face crumpled in amazement. “Oh God, why am I not with you?”“Because you’re an idiot,” I said.”

“Perry, when I fuck you, you’re going to want it. And you’re going to be sober. I don’t want just your body in all of this. I want everything. Your soul too.” “That’s a pretty tall order,” I said breathlessly…“I know,” he said determinedly. “And it’s something I am willing to work for.”

“Sage shifted beneath me. I put one of my hands back into his thick hair and left it there, pretending I needed to hold him. It took all my willpower not to start playing with it.“I guess you don’t do this very often,” I told him, my voice cracking slightly.I couldn’t see his face but I could feel him smile. “No. Usually my head’s turned the other way around.”

“You’re like a ghost magnet. Why do you think I like having you around?”My mouth dropped momentarily. “Because I’m awesome.”“Oh, well, that too.”

“(“Yeah, work that mustache, you stud, chicks fucking dig the rapist look”)”