Sandra

“When the rain came, I’d sit on the back porch of my borrowed home and watch the world have a tantrum. It was the only time I didn’t feel alone.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“You know you’re wearing pyjamas wrong, right?”
He didn’t look up. “Oh?”
“Yeah, you’re supposed to just wear the bottoms, and have them hanging low on your hips, displaying your perfectly chiselled V-cut.”
“Maybe next time.”
I thought about this for a moment. “Are you saying you have a perfectly chiselled v-cut?”
“I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”
“What if someone asks? I should know for verisimilitude.”
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “You can say I’m a gentleman and we haven’t got that far.”
“You” – I gave a thwarted sigh – “are a terrible fake boyfriend.”
“I’m building fake anticipation.”
“You’d better be fake worth it.”
“I am.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“I didn’t know what the future held, but I did know I could only live this moment once. I would never touch him like this for the first time ever again.”
― 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