Nick had known what he felt, and he wasn’t the kind of man to run from that. When you loved someone you did what it took to make it work, and they had.
That was the good thing about his job, he worked during the day.
OMG I hate this - his job is during the day? That's what's good about it? What a stupid fucking sentence, be less of an apologist for capitalism, please.
The bartender set an order of potato skins down for Bryce. “This is the only place I order these. They’re my favorite.
I literally don't care. Why is he telling us this? Went did the author add this? Are potato skins going to come up later? If this is a symbol I swear to god that I will rage.
He enjoyed talking to Bryce, enjoyed hearing how Bryce saw the world, because in some ways it was so incredibly different than Nick, while in others it was the same.
Bryce dumped his bag out on the counter, did what he needed to do, and then climbed into the shower. This was all pretty awkward and would take some getting used to, but hell, he wanted Nick enough that he’d do just about anything.
“Not nearly as much if you would have told me in the beginning, instead of letting me believe a lie for…how long, Bryce? How long have I thought that you were in love with Christi when you weren’t?”
He was going to fucking kill Nick. This whole time he’d let Bryce believe that they were still talking, but he’d turned his back on his family…for Bryce.
This is such proof that this was written by a straight person, it's borderline offensive
“You don’t have to. Maybe none of us do. Why does everything have to be so black and white? Boy or girl? Gay or straight? Why does everything have to have a reason? Maybe some things don’t have reasons. Maybe they’re destined to be
What the fuck kind of nonsense is this?
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