“I'm an artist not an athlete.”

“I write a note and tape it to my window--I'M NOT A DETECTIVE.BE SPECIFIC!”

“Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He's holding the pole, and I'm the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?”

“I'm in a castlestanding in a tower,looking down through a windowat the beautiful garden,the sun setting in the distance. The beauty in the momentbrings tears to my eyes. Sky blue pink, the backdrop for roses in ever colorblooming in the garden.”

“He cups my facewith both handsleans in,eyes lingering asweet secondbefore his lips are there on mine,teasing, playing, tasting, kissing.When he pulls away,I'm breathless.He nuzzles my ear."Now that's thrilling."You got that right.”

“I talk and crywhile Nico sits and listens.Like we've been friends forever.Finally, I use the shirtto wipe the tearsand take a deep breath.We're quietfor a long timeand then Nico pointsto a pair of boxer shorts on the floor."I'm glad you picked the shirt.”

“Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.”