Pixie (Ballsy Boys #5)

by K.M. Neuhold

I don’t much like casual sex, much preferring the feeling of being someone’s one and only, the love and care given by someone who thinks I’m special.

I like a man who knows what he's doing."

Don’t forget that the joy of being loved outweighs the sadness and grief over losing that love.

It fills my heart, my mind, my body, this heady sensation of being his protector, his strong man, his Daddy.

“Ten out of ten,” Pixie says, his voice dreamy. “Would definitely bang again.”

“You’re so fixated on the possibility of dying, Bear, that you’re forgetting to live.”

You can't protect me or anyone else from bad things happening, because then nothing would ever happen to us. It's part of life, isn't it, the negative experiences? You don't get to experience the highs without taking the lows as well."

“Also, I may want a daddy, Bear, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make my own decisions. You deciding for me what I’m strong enough for or capable of, that’s a little insulting, if you ask me. I’ll respect your wishes, but I think your reasons are bullshit, and you’re just scared, just like Marlin was scared.”

I blink a few times as it sinks in that I just got schooled on the philosophy of life by a little elf, young enough to be my son, using a Disney movie. Clearly, I am not quite as accomplished at adulting as I thought.

People often say that we only have one life to live, but we don’t. We only have one death, but we live every day.