Having Roderick in my life is like having a fire in the hearth. He warms me even when I can’t see him.
“You could have asked,” Roderick says under his breath, (…)
Yeah, I could have. But talking to you is like crossing a bed of hot lava.
We’re like a constellation in the night sky – people associate the stars with one another, but those stars only look like a group. They’re really millions of light years apart.
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
“Why don’t you like this guy?”
“He’s a dick,” I say immediately. And then I feel a new crushing wave of shame. Because what I mean to say is, I saw his dick. And I liked it.