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"This was gay as fuck. I hope you’re happy. Go wash all this jizz off you."
😂 wtf
“Top or bottom, Masters?” My last name hits me like a slap, and I say, “Ezra. Ezzie, Ez, or angel will work, too.” He bites his lip. “Sorry. Angel.” He gives me a small smile.
Even when he’s sad and pensive, DG is so fucking good. He’s way too good for me, in every way. I can fuck around with him for a while, ease us both for right now, but he’ll never really be mine.
I love where this is going between us.” “I don’t get why, though.” He bows his head, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Because I’m into you. That’s why. There’s no other why. I just…want you,” I rasp. “I want you near me. I want to see you feeling good. Because I do. When I see this look in your eyes” —I stroke his eyelid softly with my fingertip— “it hurts me. Like, it actually hurts my chest.”
You’re the only thing that makes me feel good. You want to be that? Alpha and omega for me?”
“Hey,” I whisper, smiling. He leans down, putting his head in my lap, and locks his arms around my waist, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts. “My Miller,” he whispers.
“You could never be too much. Could never be anything but just right. Everything that I was wanting but I didn’t even know it. Never let myself think of it.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, and he says, “I know,” and wraps himself around me. Then he sleeps through the night.
"Miller," he murmurs, sounding half asleep. "Yeah, Ez?" "Don't let go." "I won't." "Promise?" "Yeah angel. Promise forever," I whisper.
You know what you need to stay alive? I figured this out. You need someone. It can even just be one person. That makes you feel...tethered to life. Like you're not alone and drifting with no meaning. Like you're not the only alien on the planet.
“I’m kind of sorry that you got involved with me.” My voice cracks. “Because on Snapchat, you seemed sad and all.” I start to lose my shit there—with Josh looking at me with his wet, hurt eyes. “I didn’t mean to mess you up, too.”
don't really know you. But I feel like I can't live without you." I love that. I need it. If he can’t remember, I can adjust; it’s okay as long as I feel like he loves me.
On some ride that horse shit." Ross taps my phone. "This guy's the horse. Or you’re the horse?" He frowns at me. "You know what, I don't need that detail."
😂😂
