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I have a reasonable amount of depression,”
Shay had always had one of those faces meant for smiling. Not every face was meant for smiling but Shay’s was one of them. The corners of her lips were always tipped up as if she was waiting for a reason to smile.
“I know it’s insane to ask this but if you can go along with me for five minutes, I will personally plow and plant your fields whenever you want it. Okay?”
And that please had rumbled over his lips in the very best way, like an apology begged a moment before sinning.
I wasn’t proud of it but it felt like my nipples were probably visible from space.
It was a mess of contradictions. I hated everything about this. It was torture. It fucking hurt. And I didn’t want it to stop.
“So, he’s a friend from high school,” Jaime started, “one with the beard scruff I’d pay real money to feel on my ass—”
Your mind is lusty garbage,”
You’ve seen my asshole and now you’re traumatized.”
“Bodies are extremely temporary and they’re the least interesting things about us. They carry us around while we’re on this earth and there’s nothing more I can ask from my body than that. I certainly wouldn’t spend any time worrying about the size or shape of anyone else’s body. Not when I could care about their heart and their mind instead.”
Don’t mourn the loss of people who don’t deserve you.”
Even if he was interested in me—which he isn’t—he got an eyeful of asshole, James.” “You know, in some circles that’s just how people get to know each other,” she replied.
This was real and true, and if I worked hard enough, I could ignore all the filthy, base urges blaring from the lizard portion of my brain.
“They also love the way you roll up your sleeves. I heard more than a few whispers about forearm porn.”
“Come for the forearms, stay for the jam. That’s quite the business plan.”
