Stroked Long (Stroked, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

a house is built with boards and beams, a home is built with love and dreams.

“Sometimes the beauty in the art piece isn’t about the strokes, Bodi. Sometimes it’s about the colors and how you mold them together. It’s really about taking a dark, mysterious color and mixing it with something bright and cheery. It’s the contrast that makes them so beautiful together.”

I’m not going to lie. I’m a cuddler. It’s intimate, it soothes the soul, and it’s a way to connect with another human being without pulling down your pants to let your privates meet up and have a party.

“I’ve never been in a relationship, Ruby. Not because I decided to sow my wild oats or any bullshit like that. I just never found someone to be serious with. I never let someone into my world or gave anyone a chance, but then you came along. You wiggled yourself into my life, and fuck if I don’t want to see your beautiful face every day. I’m not sure how this will go, but I will tell you this, I won’t share you.”

I will cherish the fuck out of her. I will spoil the fuck out of her. I will worship the fuck out of her. But most importantly, I will love the fuck out of her . . . until my dying day.