Immoral

by Nicole Dykes

Love whoever you want to love. Be free. Love hard always. And when you’re lucky enough to find your person, hold on tight and scream it out loud. Life’s too short to hate or to worry about being hated for who you love.

“We’ll never be strangers. I don’t care if you push me away for fifty years. I’ll always be Bell, and you’ll always be Bailey.”

“There’s nothing else. Just you and me. That’s it, and that’s all that fucking matters.”

And it’s bullshit . . .” he says, standing too fucking close so he can look me right in the eye, and it’s intense, too intense for being out in public, “that I can’t just pull you into my arms and let that fucker know that you’re mine.” “Yours?” I nearly choke the word out. “Mine.”

“There has only ever been music and you . . . So, those things . . . I put effort into them. I make them work. And I want this to work.”

says, “You were made to play ball. You’re too fucking good at it to let anything else get in the way.” “You’re not just anything, Grady. You’re everything.”

“I want to go to a bar with my boyfriend and hold his hand. I want to be able to kiss him in public without anyone batting an eye. I want to fucking love the man I’ve been in love with for years. Out. Loud.”