" I honestly had no idea why I was there, or why I couldn't keep my mind of him. Him.I even had to keep reminding myself it was a him. Not a her. No breasts. And, I guessed, no vagina. Definitely a him. And my fantasies were filling with images of his mouth on naked thing of mine.
Naked things. With a guy. Naked things with a guy. Surreal "
― Dani Alexander , Shattered Glass (Shattered Glass, #1)