Wilde & Shore: A Miller's Pointe Christmas

by K.C. Mills

“I’m about to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t remember what your body felt like before I got my hands on you, Boston. If that’s not what you want, you’d better leave right now.”

“What the hell are your flaws, because at this point, everything about you is too damn perfect.”

with Shore wrapped around me, I realized how much I wanted this. Someone here in my bed with me, but the fucked up part was it couldn’t just be someone, it had to be Shore. I hadn’t the slightest clue how I was going to make that work but it was going to have to fucking work. I wanted Shore Manchester. One week was not going to be enough.

“Life is gonna happen whether you want it to or not. Your job isn’t to make sense of things, son. That’s your problem. You always want things to make sense but life rarely ever does. You simply have to saddle up and enjoy the ride. Embrace the good stuff and do the hard work to survive the rough patches.”

“When things are right, they just work out how they were supposed to and there isn’t a damn thing you could do to mess it up besides denying your right to happiness.”

This woman could have shoveled shit on a plate and I would have enjoyed it with a smile.