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He awoke to stiffness. The chair was absolutely horrendous to sleep on. Its faded red back and worn armrests were both stiff and unforgiving, but the cushion itself beneath him was soft to the point of sagging. The past two nights his body woke up confused and aching. But he wouldn't go home – not now. He knew he would have to eventually, of course, but he had left his father's home in a fury, his heart burning as it had only one other time in his life. He was not eager to return, and he thought he tasted bile at even the mere thought of it. Reggie needed him, besides. He stretched his body and rubbed his eyes, making his way slowly

When did this happen? Nona felt the familiar headiness that came with infatuation. She felt her heart race just as every cheesy romance novel gushed about, and felt even her intake of breath change itself. But it hadn't quickened, she thought. At least, not that she could tell. No, this was more a deepening of her breath, and her mouth opened slightly in – what? – Anticipation? Perhaps it was lust. Whatever the emotion, she was overtaken by it, and that frightened her. She was not supposed to feel this way. The object of her affections was all wrong. Not the right gender, she thought. Not the right gender at all. For years since puberty sh

Everything with you is simple laid out in three words I see your brown eyes Wet with tears and perspiration and say You are brilliant I see your hands Tough with determination and say You are righteous I see your smile Bright against the sun and say You are lovely I see your lips Pouty, full and tired and say You are dehydrated ... I see your heart Laid out like concrete and say I love you And you have yet to hear it.