Something Spectacular (Something Fabulous, #2)

by Alexis Hall

“You remind me,” went on Grace, undeterred, “of Lord Byron.” That did not sound good. “Self-conscious about my weight and dressed like a prick in clothes that don’t belong to me?”

Fuck. And now they were coming over. Double fuck.

“When I spoke of my searching, I did not make it clear enough that the miracle was not that I found someone like you. It is that the person I found was you.”

Visibly discomforted, Sir Horley rose. “I find I’m just not in the mood for emotions in general.” “Are you ever?” “Well. No. But the negative ones I particularly deplore.”

This was the problem with Bonny. He was 90 percent predictable and 10 percent menace.

I do not know how someone so bold can also be so self-effacing.” “I’m complex,” muttered Peggy aggressively. “It’s part of my unique charm.”

“I wanted to do it on my own behalf,” they went on. “Do you understand?” She nodded. “Yes. But I’ll always be there, ready to start a fight or an orgy, if you need me.”

“I have always felt fuck that is an underrated form of happiness. In fact, it might be my very favourite.”

Leaning against Orfeo’s shoulder, Peggy allowed herself a moment to bask in the pleasure of being truly understood. For her natural instinct towards caution to be treated as something to be honoured rather than something she had to be coaxed, cajoled, and chided through.

Friendship can mean a lot of different things. But our friendship is definitely the zero-fucking kind of friendship.”