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Hot Head (Head #1) QUOTES

Hot Head (Head #1) QUOTES

1 " It was the list of activities thing. Like the menu with price, only I'm not the restaurant; I'm the meal. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

2 " If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart? "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

3 " For the first time in his life he understood why the Bible called sex "knowing". Everything was different. Now he knew Dante. He'd known Dante. And wonder of wonders, Dante had known him right back. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

4 " You tell him for me: if he fucks with you, if he lays one Russian knuckle on you, your buddy is coming after him and someone's gonna need a screen door to fish out the pieces. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

5 " Your life needs an airbag. I swear, Anastagio, you should have come equipped when you were born. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

6 " Gotten butt-ass, bone-dog naked for your vadge-cam?" Dante offered with an angelic smile, standing close.
"Fucking hell, D." Griff turned to Beth with an apology, but she spoke first.
"Huh-yeah. Thanks, cockbreath. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

7 " Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge! "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

8 " Griff held his breath while Dante's hand slid against the side of his soft bulge. He tried to remember that they were just two friends joking around on the corner in Brooklyn.(...) "Yeah. I coulda…you don't have to play undersea treasure hunt in my damn pants."
"Gotta watch out for that electric eel." Dante closed his hand over the ring and winked and pulled his fist out. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

9 " It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

10 " Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush." "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

11 " The smile on her face was almost Dante's. Tears pricked his eyes, then hers, while all those impossible things passed between them. While the truth was sending down roots and throwing out branches until it filled the silent room with impossible blossoms.
I love him. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

12 " Whatsamatter?" Dante scraped a hand over his abs, his neck, the side of his face--collecting his jizz. He sucked his pleasure off his lower lip. "I gave myself a fuckin' necklace. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

13 " Because people should not be punished for loving and hoping and holding their hearts open. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

14 " [...]Are both of you...?"
"Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

15 " Just then Dante leaned against him, brow between his shoulder blades for a moment, so tentatively Griff held his breath. His voice was almost sheepish. “Nah. Everyone knows I was born defective. They didn’t instal you until later. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

16 " People need space; families need air; love needs light. Like Mrs. Anastagio always said, ―You need enough rooms to love someone properly. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

17 " So damn jealous! Like I can see anyone but you. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

18 " No. Look, the mutual tug paid extra.” Dante mimed jerking and squirting without looking embarrassed, which only made Griff more embarrassed. “And the
stuff you did at the end bumped our fee even—”
“I know, man. Sorry about—”
“—more. Bullshit, sorry! Blowing your jazz on me got us a three hundred dollar bonus. Didja know that?” Dante rolled his eyes and waved away the worry.
“Dude, if I could get a fee every time you squirted on me, I’d camp under your bed and have you doing it three times a day.”
Help me, Jesus.
Griff’s eyes honest-to-God bugged at that. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

19 " Everything was so nutty with Loretta, all her reactions. She used tantrums like most people used sedatives "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)

20 " Griff groaned and covered Dante's loose mouth with his own, driving his tongue in to steal the stars from his eyes, the fire from his mind. "

― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)