Цитаты из книги Don't Say You're Sorry

He chose me. Maybe it wasn’t fate, or destiny, or dumb luck that won me this sweet, perfect guy. Maybe it was Easton who looked at me one day and thought, Him. I want that one. And the universe said, Not sure why, but whatever.

“Every time I see you with someone else, I die a little on the inside,” he rushes out, panting against my ear.
“Fuck. I⁠—” I don’t hesitate. “Then I’ll stop.”
“What?”
“If it hurts you, I’ll stop.” I run my lips over his cheek. “Nothing’s worth hurting you, Adam.”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “You’re still the only guy I’ve ever been with. Not for lack of trying. Trust me. I fucking tried.”
I swallow. “What happened?”
“They weren’t you,” he says as he walks out.

“Bottoms up, little brother.”
I cringe. “Please don’t ever call me that again.”
He stares at me, his head cocked in confusion, and then it hits him. “Jesus Christ.” He swallows his drink in one go. I chuckle as he pours another one. “I thought you weren’t going to judge me.”
“I lied.”