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1 " I don’t always want to see and be seen at the best parties, because I’ve done that for too many years. I want something real and true.” I pause and shoot him a sideways look. “I want a real partner, not a boyfriend who brings home a twenty two year old twink to make up a threesome for my birthday present.”“What the fuck?”I look at him and start laughing helplessly. “I just wanted the latest Jeremy Clarkson biography. "
― Lily Morton , The Summer of Us
2 " I am naked because I am going for a swim,” he says happily. Then he laughs loudly, clutching his side. “Oh Johnny you look like an outraged Victorian chaperone. You just need a pearl necklace to clutch.” He waggles his eyebrows lecherously. “I can definitely help you out with that. "
3 " You’re my person and I think that I was just waiting for you. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you are mine and I am yours. "
4 " This wetsuit is so fucking sexy,” I murmur between kisses, and he laughs. “You won’t be thinking that in a second.” “Why?” Five seconds Iater I find out. “Jesus Christ,” I groan, tugging on the legs of the suit. “This is like stripping a fucking sausage. "
5 " I don’t think that I feel anything deeply. "
6 " Stop watching ‘Queer as Folk’ for advice on gay people’s problems. "
7 " he drive a car through the window of a car dealership? "
8 " I’ve had enough of this place. I just want to be together now. "
9 " I kneel down to undo the laces on his work boots and look up at him. “Please don’t say anything,” I beg and he smiles lopsidedly, before it stills and he runs his fingers through my hair. For a second I lean into his touch and then, remembering that he’s technically fuck-faced and I am sort of straight, I pull back, focusing instead on working his boots and socks off his feet. He even has nice feet, long "
10 " Our lives,” I whisper. “I like the sound of that. I never thought that my life could be like this. So safe and warm. All my life I’ve been looking for that feeling. I bought house after house but I never found it.”He lifts his hand tangling his long fingers in my hair, his expression so tender and open and warm. “Sweetheart that’s love that you’re describing, not a property portfolio.”I smile and touch his face. “Then I got it wrong all this time because my home is you. I should have just looked for you. "
11 " I laugh triumphantly. “I’ve still got it. This beach is not cursed. We are free to have life changing conversations on here whenever we want without the fear that I’ll turn witless. Life is good. I am once again the Lord of Words.”He smiles pityingly at me. “Walk don’t run babe. You did use the words gigantic twat in your wedding proposal.”“Well, shit! "
12 " What’s going on here? Have you turned another one then?”“Oh my God please don’t say that,” I groan. “And especially don’t say that to John.”“Why?”“Because you make me sound like a fucking wizard from Harry Potter.”He smirks. “Bet you’ve got the biggest and prettiest wand baby. "
13 " Sainte-Marguerite’s fort on the island has deep dungeons that are dug into the sides of those rocks, and that’s where the Man in the Iron Mask was imprisoned. "
