Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

Fine, you fucker. Have me. Just have me. Do your worst, you stubborn twat. Be the death of me. You’ll be the death of me.

(I don’t understand what this is. Why people do it. Why we stoke fires in each other. What are we burning?)

“Again, have you watched the news lately? I don’t even think having a vampire city is America’s biggest problem…”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you making me imagine a terrible situation where I lose my humanity and have to do the very worst thing to the person I care about most?” “Because…” he whines. “Because it’s kinda hot.”

“If you can’t be gay at Ikea,” Snow reasoned, “where can you?”