“When we pull away we’re both breathing hard, but I don’t think she’s thinking about her aunt or her mom anymore. “Damn I’m good.”

“Do you think I need the turmoil and complication you’ve brought into my life?Dou you actually think I’d tolerate al that because we’re good in bed?”“You don’t have to tolerate it” she fisted her hands on his chest. “ you don’t have to tolerate any of it.”“Damn right I don’t. But I am tolerating it because I think I’m in love with you.”

“I grab her arms and pull her toward me. Now she has her arms wrapped around my waist and we’re chest to chest. She’s laughing and I almost want to laugh with her. For a second it feels real and okay. The knot in my gut loosens and I’m not scared to breathe.”

“I don’t particularly want Kay to be a good person. I’m perfectly comfortable thinking about her as the wicked witch”

“This is is, brother. We’re livin’ together. Soon’s we can do it, we’re movin’ to a better fuckin’ place so I can provide her a decent home. I’m puttin’ my ring on her finger, I’m givin’ her babies, and when she’s laid to rest, that ring I give her will still be on her finger.”

“We both breathe in at the same time. I don’t know if we’re breathing one another in, or if we’re both trying not to cry.”