A Cosmic Kind of Love

by Samantha Young

And that was one hella sexy astronaut.

“You fall in love with the person, Chris, not the face. Otherwise it isn’t love.”

“You’re so fucking wise.” Relief glittered in her eyes. “I am. I am goddamn Yoda.”

I didn’t care what she wore, I realized. She appealed to me in all her guises.

“It doesn’t matter what age you are, parents can still fuck you up.”

He needed me. Not in the way I wanted him to, but he still needed me, and he was one of less than a handful of people in my life who treated me with respect and believed in me. I wasn’t sure I could give that up for anything.

“You belittled Hallie, and I would never make a mistake like that. She’s amazing. She’s kind; she’s smart, loyal, creative, funny. Man, you were lucky Hallie even talked to you, let alone touched you.”

“You’re killing me in this sweater,” he panted against my mouth, walking me backward as he pressed kisses along my jaw. “It makes a man think very, very dirty thoughts.”