Wasted Words (The Austens, #1)

by Staci Hart

I lived a thousand lives to escape from real life, because real life is boring and shitty.

“Anyone with functioning corneas would say you’re hot. I shouldn’t even limit it to that. I’m pretty sure I saw a blind guy give you a double-take the other day.”

a man-bot of chiseled beauty, hand-crafted by an erotic inventor of eroticness.

Here’s the thing about having weird parents — they cultivate your weird, thus making weird your normal.

I don’t doubt that anyone attracted to the Y chromosome would oppose to being his for any length of time. An hour. Several weeks. Life. Whatever.

“Maybe I was wrong.” “About what?” I asked absently as I pulled his blanket up over him. “About you being able to live without me.” “Oh?” He met my eyes, saying gently, “Maybe it’s me who can’t live without you.”

Her acceptance. Her happiness. Because that was really all I wanted. Her happiness was my very own,

“Can I kiss you again?” “On demand and at your leisure.”

My lips connected with his without needing to see — they could have found him in the dark or a thousand miles away.

I felt so right about her that it was an absolute truth, she and I, an undeniable fact of the universe.

she was right about finding a book that spoke to me. It was a strange magic, to be entranced by words,

It was a moment that burned itself in my mind, one that I knew would flash before my eyes before they rested eternally.

“Just hold my hand.” I brushed my knuckles against her cheek. “Always.”

“She loves when I’m gone. She doesn’t have to hide her shopping bags.” “It’s a stress I don’t like to discuss,”

I tried to hang on to my breath. I tried to hang on to my heart. But she had all of me.

“Maybe you fly.” “Maybe I fall.” “Sure, but maybe you fly. Isn’t it worth the risk?

I looked up at them, knowing that on the other side, the sun shone, unaffected, as if life really existed up there and not down here. Like I was underwater, and the surface was too far away to reach.

If you’ve found love, if you need him and he needs you, then there’s no question. You have to try,

If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together. The note next to it in the margin simply said This, Cam. My heart skittered in my chest, breath shuddering. We should burn together.

“You are worthy. You’re everything.”