Eden Finley Quotes

That's sweet. I think. Although, I'm worried about the fact you're talking to your dick."
"It's only a problem if it talks back.

Damon Isaac King … wait, your initials are - "
I grit my teeth. "I know. You don't think Stacy has made that joke to our parents ever since I came out? 'No wonder he likes dick when his initials are DIK.

When his lips find mine, they're soft and tentative, so I force my tongue into his mouth to harden the kiss, but he groans and pulls away.

His moans are intoxicating, and I'm lost in everything Maddox.

Babe."
I turn to Damon. Did he just call me -
"You weren't answering to your name. Matt's gone. You wanna …?" He tips his head in the direction of Noah's front door.
I scramble to my feet so fast everyone finds it comical, but I don't care. Damon and I will be back at my apartment in twenty minutes - tops.

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Prepare for reality, kids, because when all's said and done, Prince Charming will throw you an ultimatum.

You can stop me from talking by kissing me." Damon loves my mouth, I'm finding out. And I'm one hundred percent cool with that.

I try not to laugh. "Sarcasm isn't good for you, you know."
"Lies. Sarcasm is great. You can say anything and pretend you're joking. People think I'm hilarious when in reality I'm just an asshole.

I'm enjoying his shortness of breath and his moans as I kiss his skin. I like exploring his hardened body, because I've never experienced it before. It's new and exciting and hotter than I ever anticipated.

I'm on it"
"Really?"
"I'd love to say I'm doing this because I'm your friend, but honestly? The tought of you having to pretend to be gay for forty-eight hours entertains me immensely.

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I lean in and kiss his cheek. "I might keep you. You're good for my ego.

What, you want me to throw you a pride parade for figuring out you like dudes? I don't give a shit who you fuck, so long as it's not me.

True. I love you, Maddy."
No matter how many times he says it, I can't hear it enough. It doesn't freak me out, and the idea of being with him forever doesn't make me antsy. I crave him, more than I've ever craved anyone or anything in my life. I always used to think relationships meant compromising what you want for something somebody else wants, but I never realized that when you meet that one person who becomes your priority it's not compromising because you'd willingly do
anything to make them happy. Just like I know Damon would do the same for me.
I kiss him again. "You remember when we first met and I told you I felt like I don't belong?"
Damon nods.
"I found it - where I'm supposed to be. It's with you.

My feet shuffle toward the door, walking backward. "I'll, uh, text you. I'm catching up with the guys next weekend."

Maddox puts his hands in his pockets. "Yeah … uh, sounds good."

I mentally check off a list of all my friends who would be into Maddox. And then I make a note not to invite them next weekend. Because even though I can't be his experiment, I don't want them to go for him either.

Asshole level achieved: expert.

I rush over to him and practically knock him down as I kiss him hard. He stumbles back, but his hands go to my waist, and his mouth takes everything I give.
I try to express everything I feel for him, everything I want to say, because I'm not sure if I can admit it aloud yet. I love him. This is true, but the thought of saying it out loud makes the walls close in - just like they've always done. Only difference is, this time, when I remind myself that it's Damon, all that doubt, the claustrophobia, the itchy feeling of wanting to escape disappears completely.
If I focus on the Damon part and not words like love and forever, I don't freak out. I want it. Everything.

You're home." A grin lights up his face.

Boyfriend, huh?" Maddox asks me.
"Unless the label freaks you out. I know you're not a fan of those."
"I like the boyfriend label." He kisses me again.

Resisting him has made the buildup to this more explosive. His tongue, his lips, his mouth seeking mine, it's as natural and inevitable as magnets finding each other. I tried to be strong, I tried to hold back, but I know now it would've been impossible to keep up forever.
His back hits the door. Our tongues tangle, and there's no hesitance on his part. He dives in fully, and he tastes the same as I remember but better.

Damon:
Fun fact. Walking into an empty apartment and yelling SURPRISE when no one's home isn't as fun as you'd think it would be. Where are you?

Now there's a visual.

To anyone who has discovered they aren't as straight as they thought they were, and to the people who made them realize it.

My eyes narrow. "But?"
"No but. You're my best friend." Tears pool in her eyes.
"Are you dying?"
She shoves me. "I can't be serious every once in a while?"
"No.
"Whatever, I hate you again."
"There's my Stacey

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Maddy." My hand goes over his head, pushing the door closed so he can't escape, and he turns to face me.
This close, we share the same breath, and we're both breathing hard. His eyes are either hooded or narrowed; I can't tell if he's angry or turned on, but I don't give him a chance to let me know which, because I move in and fuse my mouth to his. He accepts it willingly - eagerly.

You need to run away from me, because I'm not going to be the one to put a stop to this. I need to, but I don't want to.

Who would've thought the thing we had in common would be daddy issues" I try to joke.

Why is it that the one person I've genuinely liked in years - the one person I could see myself having more than one date with - doesn't want to go out with me because I've never been with another guy before?

I lean in and kiss him softly. His mouth moves lazily against mine, and I have to force myself to pull away.

I've seen your dad on TV. I don't know how to say this without offending you, so I'm just going to say he looks like the type of politician who spouts family values and then gets caught in a seedy motel with a prostitute."
I laugh. "SO glad you tried not to offend me, Jet.

Time to milk the cows"
I throw my pillow over my face. "We don't have cows. We don't live on a farm."
"With the way you talk about how country we are, I get confused sometimes."
"Mom" I whine.

You'd think they'd come up with a better headline. How did they miss a pun about being a gay tight end?"
"At least he isn't a wide receiver.

Brix scoffs. "Please."
He lifts his, and holy forking fucknuggets. He has abs on top of his abs.
Super abs.
They could be their own superhero and wear their own cape.

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I'm planning to jump in headfirst with my eyes closed and hope for the best. I'm acting instead of wishing for more, and I want you to do it with me."
I swallow hard and force myself to say the words I've been too scared to admit. "Because I love you.

I run my nose down his neck and chest, peppering soft, open kisses as I go.

By the smug smile on his face, I'd say he's enjoying me fumbling over myself. He closes the gap between us, his chest against mine. The urge to reach up and pull on his blond hair has my fingers twitching.

That's simple. I want you to kiss me. So start there.