The Understatement of the Year

you have to embrace the fact that failure exists, or you will never find greatness.

Since my defenses were for shit right then, I couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. I’d tasted that mouth so many times, and it had always left me wanting more. Every. Fricking. Time. Just remembering it filled my head with ideas. Bad ones.

My bruises throbbed again and my head began to ache. But the silence hurt worst of all.

“I missed you, you know. You’re the only reason I kept playing hockey. Because it made me think of you.”

If you’d told me a month ago whether I’d be leading Graham by the hand through a gay dance party, I would have called you insane.

My body really wanted to get Graham alone. The problem was, there was no place on Earth alone enough for Graham.

I pulled a face. But God, that smile was disarming. When he aimed it at me, I would probably do anything he asked.

Anything except the one thing that mattered. Anything except love him the way he deserved.

Rikker had a kick-ass black widow spider on one shoulder blade. And around her, a web spread across his back. “I like it,” I admitted. (But that was an understatement. The tat was sexy as hell.)

That’s why I don’t punch him. Because he can’t help being a dick like I can’t help being gay.

“How’s your sex life, Rikker?”

“I sort of remember sex. Though the details are fuzzy.”