“I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can’t think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.”

“How ’bout you take this Cajun injector here,” I say, gripping the steel rod in his shorts, “and give me a shot of protein instead.”

“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.”

“My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that’s all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.”

“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, “are still the same old charmer you always were.”

“Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant for you and me, Spence.”

“I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can’t think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.”

“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just see it now. Cooper Hebert died of blue balls and a broken heart.”