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What were the odds? The odds that two men so shattered would meet? The odds that all our broken pieces would somehow fit together to create something whole?
“Loyalty is a tricky thing, isn’t it?” I mused, still watching the snow fall. “It never changes, even when everything else around you does.”
Arrow wasn’t anything to me—except the potential to be everything.
Between the kiss with Hopper and this damn near Nicholas Sparks movie in Drew’s kitchen, I was feeling pretty fucking see-through.
Yes. A dad. Not a father. There was a difference.
I need to stop letting being gay define me and instead define being gay.”
Being with Joey was making him soft. Shh, don’t tell him I said that. He’d kick my ass.
“How in the hell could you have given me your heart?” I wondered aloud. “Because you’re the one who taught it to beat again.”
“I wish I could slay your demons,” he said, quiet. “But some days, I can’t even slay mine.”
