Blank Canvas (Irons and Works, #2)

by E.M. Lindsey

In truth, he’d spent most of his life shaping himself to make the masses happy—his parents, his coaches, his team, his peers—he just assumed that’s how you lived life. Accommodating other people.

“Sometimes you just need a stranger to look at you and tell you your shit isn’t as fucked up as you think it is.”

You don’t have to like sports to appreciate a good hockey butt.”

“Sometimes we have to live with something ugly until something beautiful shows up. It can take a long damn time, trust me.”

“I mean, if my life wasn’t a goddamn shit-show, I’d seduce the actual fuck out of you, maybe date you. Since you walked into the room that night looking like an awkward kicked puppy at Derek’s heels, I wanted to pin you to the ground and shove my tongue down your throat.”

“I’m here because you called,” Niko told him, afraid he was giving away too much, but he couldn’t help it. “I’ll always come when you call.”