Sandra

“Someone—I was too tipsy to remember who, but some poet or philosopher or something—once said that when we look at the stars, we think we’re looking at the universe. Really, though, we are the universe, looking at itself. I”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“Coley,” I said with a sigh. “You’re very sweet. You’re…” I swallowed, then committed. “You’re very…attractive. Sexy. You’re sexy. And I appreciate the attention. But I gave up pining over straight boys way back in college.” He didn’t seem to move, but somehow the pressure against me grew greater. “Andrew,” he said. “You idiot. Who the hell told you I was a straight boy?”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“I liked thinking of Coley as something I’d discovered, a treasure hidden among the palm trees and the thick, weedy grasses of north Florida. I liked imagining, problematic as it was, that I was the only one who saw all his facets: his playfulness, his youthfulness, the fever with which he worked, and above all else, that careful, never-ceasing brain.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“His chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths. His head canted back, his face pointing skyward. He looked like a young and sleeping god, weary after driving the sun across the heavens. And I’d gotten to blow him. I’d gotten him off. He’d shared his glory with me.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning