The Anthology

“Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.”

“I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.”

“As long as the sun’s shining, shit can’t be that bad.”