“He thought he could remove the Tam-façade that he put on, to convince people that he was bulletproof and strong. That was a lie, and if he expected to get through this break up, he would have to put that mask back on and toughen up.”
“Grayson Dashwood. Those two words had just ruined what was turning into a good morning.”
“You let this become a mess,” he cursed, as though he d walked up to Tam and asked him to be drop dead gorgeous and vulnerable, just so that he would have his first guy crush. “I didn t let anything happen. I just…felt it. I think he feels it too,” he argued, trying to talk sense into him. Why was this a bad thing? Konnor didn t have anything to do with Tam anymore, so why did it matter? “Oh God. You re in serious shit now,” Mack bemoaned, rolling his eyes and rubbing his forehead.”
“Tam looked scared, swallowing and wrapping his hands around Casen s. He slowly cupped his wrists and pulled his hands away. Then he turned to the door and unlocked it. Casen expected to have it shut in his face or be told that he d crossed a line. After all, he didn t know Tam and he d stupidly given him an ultimatum after meeting just a few hours ago. What had he been thinking? “Are you coming in?” Tam asked quietly, staring at his hands as he twirled his key. Casen crossed the threshold and reminded himself he was lucky; he could so easily have been turned away. Yet, when he turned to apologise for presuming too much, Tam was right in front of him and the door was closed. Before he could ask what was running through his head, Tam cupped his face, lightly caressing his cheek. It was soft and tender, identical to the look in his eyes. It was too much; Casen closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, tentatively raising his own hand to hold Tam there. It wasn t a kiss, but it was damned close.”
“Tam let his hand drop to his neck and slowly circled his fingers around it. It was a free, gentle touch and Casen knew that if he asked him not to, he would remove his hand and nothing would change. He couldn t get the words out; it wasn t the touch he had a problem with, it was the far away look in Tam s eyes that said he wasn t in the room anymore. The look that suggested he was lying on the ground, as the rain fell in buckets and a stranger knelt over him, trying to keep him awake. Casen blinked and looked away, as the urge to cry for that lost look threatened.”
“He was getting undressed and it snapped something inside of him that had been drawing taut, ready to break for months. “I m hungry, Bruno,” he said, in a soft voice, as he removed the shirt from his broad shoulders, revealing a perfect sight of smooth dark skin. “I can t wait for dinner,” he continued, with a smile. When he put his hands to the fastening of his trousers, Bruno let out a sigh and put the take out menus on the counter. He couldn t look at him, because he knew Lyon was trying to seduce him on purpose. He didn t want to talk or hear him out or spend time with him that didn t end with an orgasm. “I can t do this anymore,” Bruno confessed, quietly.”
“Chocolate makes everything better, in the end,” he announced, and Thayer fully agreed. Thayer gave him a smile of gratitude and watched Castel lift his spoon from the saucer. He dipped it, gracefully, into his coffee and gave it a light stir. “Too many people rush to stir such delicate flavours. Take too long and they will clog together to become a lump of bitterness in your coffee. But take your time and be gentle with them,” Castel explained, quietly, “and they will create a symphony of flavours, to melt in your mouth,” he said, leaning down, just until his nose was over his cup, to take a long inhale. He smiled and straightened, extracting the spoon to place it back on his saucer. “Now try it.” Thayer took a sip and almost felt his toes curl at the luxurious taste. ~ Cinnamon Kiss”
“Jaxton smiled and caught his hand, holding it tight in both of his. “Are you burnt out? Is it all too much?” he asked, getting straight to the root of the matter, in one go. “Yes,” he sighed, hating that it was true. “Then you ll stay home.” “You know I can t. It s impossible,” Roman complained about the unfairness of it all. He was due to return to the studio in two days times, to finalise the tracks he d recorded yesterday. Then he had to sit down with Jalen next week, to pick out a new piece of his artwork for the next album cover. And two weeks after that, he had three interviews with three different music channels, to film. “Try telling that to Ben.” Jaxton winked at him, then ducked down to kiss him. ~ From the Heart”
“Quin lay down next to me and buried his face in my neck. I felt everything hidden and heavy inside him collapse in my arms. His hot tears joined with mine. I need you. I know, I answered.”
“I think probably one of the important things that mesmerize me is my RELATIONSHIP. Here comes the way how I narrate it as, The fabric enhances the beauty of the soul. I feel, The fabric of love, which will nurture from the depth of the heart & The fabric of celebration, which will cherish the occasion with wine and sweet words & The fabric of memories, which will mesmerizes our age and experience. I had all this desire to pursue my passion as, The fabric of wedding that embraces the fragrance of bliss in two souls & The fabric of tradition that exhibits beliefs and culture from one generation to the next & The fabric of surprise that fills the excitement in the ravishing family. It’s all about, A feel that nourish my emotions towards my heart & A feel that endeavors my passion towards my life & It’s THE FABRIC OF MY RELATIONSHIP that stays forever and enhances for generations.”
“Most people can’t seem to see the relationship between truth, honesty and national development.”
“So, here we are, all of us poor bewildered darlings, wandering adrift in a universe too big and too complex for us, clasping and ricochetting off other people too different and too perplexing for us, and seeking to satisfy myriad, shifting, vague needs and desires, both mean and exalted. And sometimes we mesh. Don t we? - Attributed to James Flynn, Ph.D. ”
“Women who marry for money and Men who marry for beauty are equally robbed in the end.”
“Don t let anyone or anything to dull your sparkle.”
“The most important relationship in the world is the bond that you share with your own self. Are you comfortable being you or you’re always trying to be someone else? Are you able to live up to your own expectations or often end up feeling inadequate and incomplete? Are you being true to yourself and your dreams or you’re trying to live someone else’s definition of success? Those are some vital questions you’d have to answer to determine how you feel about yourself and your life. We often see the world as a reflection of who we are. When you’re cool and tranquil on the inside, you will echo the same peace in all your relationships. When you’re all messed up inside, your actions and reactions too will resonate your inner chaos. To have beautiful and worthy relationships, begin by having an honest and fulfilling relationship with yourself.”
“She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both ends of the timeline”
“You’re treating your relationship with God like a fling. As it means nothing to Him and nothing to you. As if you can walk away from each other. But God doesn’t operate that way.”