“He’s a fucking fool”Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.”“I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.”“Yes.”…“Would it help if we fucked?”

“Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in response. “And fucking beautiful.” His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget everything else,” he said, “And Get. On. That. Bed.”

“You deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserved to be fucked until you can’t stand up.”

“Some time just after one and somewhere in between awake and asleep, Sophie moved beneath him again. Tangled limbs. Entwined fingers. Damp cheeks. Bruised hearts.”

“Foreshadow, plot buster or red herring... only time will tell: P69 -- Cassie waited; in the evening light through the window her eyes looked huge, opaque and watchful. I knew she was giving me a chance to say, Fuck the hair clip, let’s forget we ever found it. Even now the temptation, tired and profitless though it may be, is to wonder what would have happened if I had.”

“I love him. He’s not just a star, he’s the whole fucking sky to me.”

“I know I need him. And I hope he needs me. What we have is fucked up and twisted, but it serves a need. I know I've always been wired differently. He only brought to the surface what was already there.”