Stitches (The Boys of Chapel Crest, #3)

by K.G. Reuss

“OK. I already slept with someone here. He had a tiny dick.” “Body shaming is never nice, Claws.”

“Poor Asylum is a little crazy. Don’t let him procreate. Don’t let him make babies. But babies I will make and souls I will take. A little firefly mommy and some sugar baby zombies.”

“That you’re a victim.” She kissed the scar on my face. “That we all are. Please come back to us. To me. Let’s be the monsters this time. Let them reap what they sow.”

“Cocksuckers don’t lurk, Sinclair. They’re too busy sucking cock, hence cocksucker.”

Mirage pulled a large carrot out of his back pocket and nibbled on it thoughtfully. “Are you fucking serious?” I looked at him incredulously. “What?” He crunched on his carrot. “I’m dressed like a fucking rabbit, Sinclair. When I commit to something, I go all in. That includes eating carrots.”

If I could only love one thing in this world, I'd choose you for eternity.”