"Do you remember the first day we met?"
"Monday, July eleventh." He didn't even have to think.
"Wow." Jack's voice was full over wonder, a smile building in between the letters.
"Secret Service provides protection for major candidates one hundred and twenty days before the election. That was the day I reported to you."
Snorting, Jack chuckled. "That was almost sweet."
"You were wearing your blue suit. The one that makes your eyes look like stars. And a yellow tie. Everyone was teasing you about the tie. I thought you looked amazing. Presidential."
"It was the choice of a lifetime, and more than just two hearts hung in the balance.
To love or to wither. To cherish or to destroy. Their world, together, or the world at large."
Gah! That prose.
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"Ethan relaxed into his seat, but kept his eyes on Jack while Daniels and Scott played cards.
Halfway through the flight, Jack looked up and met Ethan's gaze. He smiled, and it went right through Ethan, stabbing him in a way he both agonized and adored. He grinned back, even though his heart was aching and his palms were sweating, and he berated himself just a little bit more every single time this happened."
"I want the whole shebang," [Tom] admitted. "True love. Mushy pet names. Stupid in-jokes that annoy everyone else. Happily ever after."
A sweet and super short paranormal fantasy story with the added bonus of Kim Fielding's flawless prose.
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"I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I’m an excellent lover.
Like I said. I’m awesome. I’m Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block."
I love this book more and more with every reread.
First read: April 15th, 2015
1st reread: May 19th, 2016
2nd reread: March 31st, 2017
"You know, everything I read said noises were okay in sex, but if autistic people make noises because things are too intense and it's not sex, everyone acts as if it's a big scandal. People make less sense than my mom or brains."
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"Autism is like an ocean for me. Little things are overwhelming. Senses, touches. Everyone else can read faces, but I can’t. Everyone else knows how to look people in the eye, but I can’t. Only autistic people have to have special classes and facial recognition charts to understand what people mean and say. When you’re autistic, everyone acts as if you’re not a real human. I’m angry at my family because they said I was a real human, but when I say I’m your boyfriend, they say I can’t be. So they lied. I’m not a real human.
That’s my ocean. I have to pretend as best I can to be like people on the mean so people don’t call me a robot. I’m not a robot. I’m real and I have feelings the same as everyone else. And I want a boyfriend. Except my ocean doesn’t make me want to be dead. It makes me want to fight. I want you to fight too, Jeremey. I want us to carry our oceans together."
"[Noah] bent to kiss Gabriel. Ian almost purred as he watched. The size difference alone - mmm. It was almost as good as their difference in coloring: like watching the sun and the moon decide to dance, if the sun were puckish enough to peel off the moon's sweater for him, but kind enough to leave him the long-sleeved tee. Any metaphor worth extending was worth overextending, in Ian's opinion."