Aimora

“With a soft, pained laugh, Somers kissed him back and then pulled away. “This is it, right?” “What?” “Love. This is what it feels like.” “This is it.”
― Gregory Ashe, Reasonable Doubt

“That’s two out of three. You know what to do when you get the last one?”
“You want a picture.”
“That’s right, baby. I want a picture”
― Daniel May

“Again, I see myself reflected in the surroundings. In the emptiness. In the solitude. In the fragile hope of these blossoms”
― Tal Bauer, Gravity

“I know it’s wrong,” Somers said with a sigh. “I know it shouldn’t be so hot. The whole bad-boy-robot-serial-killer thing you do sometimes. It shouldn’t be such a fucking turn-on.”
Hazard cocked his head. “I don’t see why not. Evolutionarily speaking, we’re programmed to respond to evidence of high achievement in potential sexual partners, in hopes of passing those traits to our offspring.”
“That’s right,” Somers said, reaching down to adjust himself and grinning as they pulled into the broken asphalt lot of Slick’s. “Talk dirty to me.”
― Gregory Ashe, Police Brutality