Buggy

“I love you Reece Sheridan."
He grinned. "I kinda figured.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“Because I love you!"

There it was, out in the air. Griff's eyes got wide. The words had come out angry, but Dante had meant them. He couldn't open his perfect mouth and swallow them back.

His face softened. "In love, I mean. With you. For so long.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“Dante climbed back on top of him, sitting on Griff's round butt to knead his shoulders. "I just wanna try. It'll be fine. No big deal. Maybe a massage first? Two dudes. That'd be okay right?"

What was he asking?

"And then, I want you" -Dante leaned forward, pressing his chest against Griff's muscular back, lips against his ear -"to fucking turn yourself loose on me.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes