My compassion was not dissimilar to gliding sandpaper over your ass.

He’d never been a kidnapping or hostage victim before, so he was a little fuzzy on the etiquette.

I was too busy transitioning from someone who could take or leave physical contact, to a person who needed to touch the person I was so in love with. I.

Wow. I’m impressed. Seriously.” Ryan stared at him in amazement. “Wow.” A brief moment passed and he shook his head slowly. “Some day I’ll be able to think of something more clever than that to say, but at the moment I’m freakin’ floored.

At this point, I was afraid to find out the answers to those questions, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying. Masochism was legit.

The only people paying attention to him were those girls and when he made more of an effort to listen, he realized they were commenting on Boyd’s and his looks. Apparently, he had an amazing body and Boyd had beautiful hair.

And I was just ecstatic about having contributed to him potentially hooking up with other men. Not.

Raymond’s driving was a summation of him as a human being: reckless and much too fast.

I can’t watch you do this to yourself, Michael. I can’t watch you do it to Ray.” I shrugged, my movements wooden. “So don’t.” Nunzio drew back as though I had hit him, and I realized the implication of my words. I opened my mouth to reword the statement, to fix things, but I was struck silent by the flush that stole over his face, and the sudden dampness of his eyes. “I wish I didn’t love your stupid ass so much.

Me kissing you wasn’t a mistake. You were upset and I wanted you to feel better.