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You know I would love you either way, right? Greg Louganis is my hero and he’s gay. I’m for whatever puts jollies in your pants because let’s be honest, everyone deserves to get off, no matter what private parts are touching.” “Why can’t you just say love is love?” “Because the way I said it is more fun.”
Hollis: I can’t stop thinking about you. I brush my teeth and wait for her response. It comes in no less than a minute. Melony: Who is this? I smile to myself. This is going to be so much fucking fun. Hollis: Your future husband.
Melony: Called in sick. Hollis: That sucks. Are you all right? I heard my penis cures some of the worst diseases. Want me to stick it in you to make you feel better? At the least, to feel your temperature? I don’t mind taking one for the team.
“She just doesn’t know what she wants yet. She doesn’t know that one day I’ll fucking marry her.”
“This isn’t just about sleeping with you, Melony. This is about getting to know you; when I find something I like, I go after it.” Why does the sudden intensity and timbre of his voice send unwanted tingles south? Why? Why can’t he be hideously unattractive? Swallowing a little nervously, I respond, “Even if it’s un-gettable?” Please back off. Please back off. “If the end result is you? Then yes.” Fuck.
I’m not the kind of guy that goes around fucking women, never have been. I prefer to spoil someone, to cuddle them at night, to mold my soul with theirs. I like being in a relationship. I mean, why the fuck wouldn’t you want to be in one? There is something so fucking amazing about being able to connect with another human being not only on an intimate level, but on an emotional one as well.
“I’m a pleaser, Melony. I’m a woo-er. I’m a romantic who knows how to fuck you senseless.”
Melony: You have a one-track mind. Hollis: Yeah, and its name is Melony.
Do I like to indulge in a little treat every now and then? Fuck yeah! I have a sweet tooth, but do I burn it off in the gym and counteract it with enough veggies and protein to shit out my own garden and chicken coop? Uh, yeah.
“Are you saying you’re trying to be friends?” “No,” he says exasperated. “I want to be way more than friends. I want to be best friends, the kind that tell each other everything, the kind that fuck each other on the couch, in the shower, up against the wall. The kind of best friends who think of each other every minute of every day.”
If only I could get his comment out of my mind. This dude has cock. Sigh.
After those two idiots, I like to believe you have put your sexual journey on hold until you find the perfect partner.” “And let me guess, that person is you?” “Now you’re getting it, baby. Glad you’ve jumped on board.” Insufferable.
This is going to be the best fucking car ride of my life. And who knows, I might take the long route to create a few extra moments with her. Future wife, here I fucking come.
Clearing my throat, I press my hands into his stomach . . . Oh, bad mistake. Such a horrible mistake. Abs. So many of them. I know about his abs, everyone on this earth knows about them. They are perfectly defined into little nuggets and I’m touching them. My hands are actually wandering around his stomach, feeling them through his shirt. Stop it! Stop molesting the man, Melony. “Feel something you like?” he asks, looking down at me. Crap.
You’re everything I’ve ever wished for in a woman . . . and more. Tears well up in my eyes as I slump against the wall, flowers in hand, note in the other. I find a seat on the floor, completely deflated. I’m everything he ever wished for . . . Then why do I feel so damn broken?
As a parent, it’s your job no matter the circumstances, to be the best you can be for your child. You brought them into this world, so they shouldn’t be the ones who suffer because of your flaws and insecurities.
Anyone can fuck someone senseless, but to kiss another human being with passion, that takes finesse, it takes patience and self-control. It takes selflessness.
Dude has cock. That will forever be etched in my memory as the biggest truth I’ve ever been told . . . no pun intended.
“Be kind to him, sweetheart. He’s a good guy.” “You’re not just saying this because he is an Olympic diver, are you?” “No.” She grows serious. “I’ve seen my fair share of poor excuses for men. What I see in Hollis is different. He’s one of a kind, honey. The kind of man you don’t ever want to lose. Cherish his heart, you will want to use it for protection over yours.”
In a digital world where connections to the outside world sit at our fingertips, to have someone so solely focused on everything you have to say—that to me is sexy, romantic, awe-inspiring. And completely Hollis.
“You’re my girl, Melony, and I want to keep it that way. This is new between us, and it’s scary to you, I get that. But to keep it going, we are going to have to put forth an effort while we’re apart. Let there be physical miles between our bodies but not between our hearts.”
And just when I think it can’t get any sexier, Hollis starts to sing, his voice deep, rough, sensual, telling me to ride his pony. Where the hell did this man come from?
Kissing my neck, he says, “And you’re so sexy, so don’t fucking ever doubt whether or not you satisfy me. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of in a woman . . . and more.” And there it is. The words I love to hear. I’m everything he’s ever dreamt of. And I think he is the same for me.
I made it my mission to show her how much I care for her, how much I’m obsessed with her . . . how much I love her.
You can’t have everything, Hollis.” Smiling to myself, I say, “I already do. I have you.” I’m ready for her to bust my balls but instead, she says, “You’re sweet.” That’s fucking right. Noah Calhoun.
FaceTime is the best thing ever. Thank you, Apple. God bless your techy minds.
Diving is for now. Melony is forever.
Women, they can be so fucking stubborn at times and when they’ve been scarred and burned, they are drastically more stubborn, unwilling to put themselves out there again. I get it. Men can be dicks. We can easily destroy the mental state of a woman with the wrong words. Hell, women have the same power over men. What really needs to happen is we all need to stop fucking around, be nice to each other, and just enjoy the simple things like making out in the back of a car, holding hands while watching a movie, and watching the smile you put on your partner’s face when you do something funny. To
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You are supposed to be with me, Melony. Get that through your beautiful head. You plus me equals forever. And don’t try to calculate something else. I may be a pretty face but I know math and our math adds up.
You’ve had your time to wallow, now it’s time to fill that hole with the right kind of love, the unconditional kind, the kind I have for you and only you.
Fictional characters are real, ask any book nerd. Let’s make fiction become a reality for us. I’m in, are you?
I can’t stand the thought of not being able to close my eyes and see your smile, or smell your scent, or hear your laugh. It’s a fucking consuming fear I have because, whether you want to believe it or not, you are my everything.
You fill my heart to capacity, Melony. You make it easier to breathe, easier to enjoy life.
“Fuck, why is love so hard?” “Because it wouldn’t be worth it if it was easy,” Paisley responds
He likes to think that we were bound to have our ups and downs because according to him, what is love without an epic story to go with it? Sigh, he really is a romantic. And he really is mine.
how can I not fall for this man on a daily basis? Smiling, I kiss his forearm that’s wrapped around me. “Did you just Hollis Knightly me?” “I think I did, Hot Sex. Did it work?” “More than you will ever know . . . Big Daddy.” “Hallelujah!”
