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My family tree has a lot of thorns, and a tendency to draw blood.
He’s lean, like the predator he is. Before we started sleeping together, I’d mostly seen him tense, defending his territory, his people, or me. I’d never realized he was capable of the complete, seemingly boneless relaxation of a housecat who feels genuinely safe.
“Ah, but if not for Janet, your mother would never have been born, and if not for your mother, you would never have been born, and perhaps I am a selfish man, but I prefer a world that has you in it.”
As my squire, part of Quentin’s job is accompanying me when I do stupid shit; it’s a learning experience. Most of what he’s learning is how to get blood out of his clothes, but hey, at least it’s educational.
Sometimes love leaves bruises, no matter how hard you try to prevent it.
Ginevra looked unsure. I decided it was time to offer her the greatest incentive I had left. “If you allow this,” I said portentously, “I will give you the password for the Wi-Fi.”
That was how I first realized that she really loved me. She’d never have put up with me if she didn’t.
Helen and I didn’t “meet cute.” We met in blood and terror,
“Hey, little guy, you’re awake,” he said, approaching slowly, like he didn’t want to frighten me. That was silly. I was in a cage. He was outside the cage, and had thumbs. He was clearly in the superior position here.
Were all humans this obsessed with the testicles of others?
Loving her would be like loving a natural disaster. Pleasant enough from a distance; all but guaranteed to break your heart.
I tucked my paws under myself and wrapped my tail around my body, intending to take another nap. They’re restorative, and it wasn’t as if I had anything else to do with my time, since no one had seen fit to provide me with an Internet connection.
but the people in that building were far too interested in the state of my testicles, and I didn’t want to give them any opportunities to threaten them. I liked my testicles.
“Something has to be safe,” said Helen stubbornly. “We can’t be afraid all the time.” I hesitated. “Helen . . . we shouldn’t have to be safe to not be scared. We should just stop being scared.”
