“Tomorrow was my second chance to make things right but it never came. I’m sorry I never treasured the time we had for those regrets I take the blame. You gave everything you had. I took without giving back.” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love. “Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?”

“Sed Kissed her on the forehead. "You know what I hate about you?"She scowled, some strange emotion stealing her breath. "What?""You know me too well.""You know what I hate about you?""What?""Everything.""Oh yeah?"She nodded.He chuckled. "Baby, if that's how you show your hatred, I can't wait to see how you show you care.”

“There’s so much love in your life, but you don’t recognise it. You won’t let it in. That’s why you feel so lonely, baby. Don’t you get it? It’s not them. They care about you. It’s you. You don’t see it.”

“You could knock,” Trey said. Brian paused in the bedroom’s doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy’s back. Trey’s hand slid up under the hem of his new friend’s T-shirt. The guy’s eyes widened and he caught Trey’s hands in his. “H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I call you Brian?” Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. “This isn’t what it looks like. I don’t like guys or anything.” He shook his head vigorously. “You will,” Trey murmured, inching the guy’s shirt further up his belly. “Trey, are you molesting virgins again?” Brian grinned at his best friend’s delight with his latest conquest.”

“I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore. That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Mryna, but I'd rather treasure you. I don't think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful..."He seemed to realize he'd said too much.~Brian "Master" Sinclair”

“This is my fault. If you’d never met me, this wouldn’t have happened.”“If I’d never met you, I would never gotten to hold you. I’ll take the bullet.”

“Did you piss your pants, Eric?” “Sed did it.” “Sed pissed your pants?” Trey shook his head slightly. “Man, that takes pissed off to a whole new level.”“I think that’s pissed on, not off,” Brian said.”