Look the Part

by Jewel E. Ann

As much as I loved my wife, I also loved being a man. And a strong man knew his limits and didn’t have to be told when he was or wasn’t capable of doing something.

There is a special place in hell for people with that mindset

“I find that people who say something is business, not personal, usually lack personality. We are people, not machines. Everything we do is personal to someone.”

“When people touch, they no longer feel like strangers. It’s a feeling. When humans share feelings, they connect on an intimate level. It’s why I love music. It can go deeper than words. Rhythm is the heartbeat of your soul.”

No one on their deathbed says, “Remember how incredible it felt to make wise decisions?”

Women. If I could convince my dick I didn’t need them, my life would be a hell of a lot easier.

“Sometimes the world ends and forgets to take you with it. I get it.”

Live or die, Flint … but don’t sit in the fucking middle just … existing.”

“Flint Hopkins, you sure do look the part.” Threading my fingers through her hair, I bend down, pressing my lips just below her ear where I can feel her pulse. “What part is that?” She leans into my touch, drawing in a shaky breath. I don’t need to look at her to know vulnerability bleeds in her eyes like the ocean swelling at high tide. “I’m not sure yet,” she whispers.

But sometimes … we forget that the greatest experiences we have as humans are with each other.

No regrets. You only live once. Seize the moment.

“Never regret loving someone. Do it for you, not for them.”

I want to be his greatest strength—and his greatest weakness. I want to be where he hides his lies and finds his truth.

“This is your life, Flint. Get in the game or quit, but don’t sit on the bench watching everyone around you live your dream.”