Heidi Belleau Quotes

With this ring, I promise to respect our differences of opinion. I promise not to get too mad when you leave your nail polish all over the house." Sandra gave Beverly's orange nails a meaningful look as she clasped Beverly's hands and gave them a squeeze. "I promise to kiss you every single day, regardless of whether or not you've brushed your teeth. I promise to never talk over you. I promise to listen. I promise to never let money get in the way of loving you. I promise to be there for you, no matter what happens: if this remission ends, if your store fails or if it becomes a wild success, if Vancouver falls into the sea . . . if your nephew can't find a teaching job and winds up moving in with us.

Finally he must have noticed his vice grip on Austin, because he made a disgusted face and threw Austin's arms down. "I am the Dom here. I am in charge," he insisted, but then all the anger left his voice. "And being in charge means controlling myself - my own urges - too. Maybe more so than I ever try to control you." He petted Austin's hair. Leaned in to press their foreheads together briefly, the way he always did when he was overcome with one of those emotions he refused to tell Austin about.

For Cormac, every touch was shadowed by regret and anger and desperation, although he tried not to show it. Sean was being so clear, so brave. Doing the right thing because it was the right thing because it was the right thing to do, like he always did and always would do. Cormac could learn a lot from him.

One benefit to being late: eating on the run meant Jonah didn't have to do any agonizing over cafeteria seating. He just grabbed a bagel toasted to go and bustled right past the social minefield of half-empty tables and bacon-and-egg small talk.

Once they were both naked and pressed together again, with Christian's mouth on one of Max's nipples and Max's hands on Christian's inner thighs, Christian was struck by how intense it was, how urgent and powerful and deep this wanting went. All his life he was raised to believe - wanted to believe - that desire was a superficial thing, something you worked through and, if you were disciplined and moral, ultimately put aside in favour of deeper, more important pursuits.

So those are your roommates, eh? What're the odds of having three gay-or-at-least-bi guys in one house, do you think?"

"Who knows. Just too bad I couldn't have used those odds to win the lottery instead."

"You did win the lottery. The gay roommate lottery."

Rob turned his attention to his cereal. "I don't consider it a win unless I'm getting laid out of it.