“Even with nothing kinky involved, sex with him would not merely be physical, it would be an act of sheer possession and power.”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
“Everything was like a business deal to him. Approach from different angles until you find one that works. "Go on then," I said, rolling my eyes. "Make your pitch. But remember, the clock is ticking." "Dinner." "Dinner? As in, the two of us?" He nodded. "That sounds dangerously close to a date," I replied. "Wouldn't that be breaking the rules?" He smiled ruefully. "Maybe, but I don't believe you've given me much choice." "Of course I have. You could just leave me alone instead." "I don't consider that an option at all.”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
“Long and almost as thick as my wrist,”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
“the deeper I went down the rabbit hole, the more muffled that voice got.”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
“And what is it you want, Sophia?" "Well, call me old fashioned, but something more than, 'hey, want to fuck?' would be a good start." "I didn't pick you for a flowers and chocolates kind of girl." "I'm not. I'm too busy for that crap. Casual suits me just fine. But there's a difference between casual and meaningless.”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
“was nearly one in the morning when I realised that I was about to do something stupid. Ordinarily, I'm not someone who is prone to random acts of mischief. By day I'm as straight as they come. But get a few glasses of red into me, and suddenly”
― Maya Cross, quote from Locked
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“It is not like that. I am not punishing myself. The cutting makes me feel better.” “Hurting”
― Zoë Marriott, quote from Shadows on the Moon
“It's the old headpiece that makes a man, the rest is all rubbish.”
― Petronius Arbiter, quote from The Satyricon
“See. My one act. I might be a person. Beneath the.”
― Eimear McBride, quote from A Girl Is a Half-formed Thing
“Graham went to the gym to work out, as he does almost every day. There's a pile of unfolded clothes on the couch beside me and a bag of cheese puffs in my lap. I love it when he goes to the gym, if only because I can be the massive sloth I naturally am in peace. If he were here, he'd be eyeing up my laundry and staring at the edible garbage in my lap and on my fingers, internally freaking out over the possibility of powdery cheese getting on the furniture.
One hand in the bag, one hand wrapped around the stem of my wine glass—this is my idea of perfection. 'Girls Chase Boys' by Ingrid Michaelson is presently keeping me company from the stereo system. When my phone rings from where it resides on the back of the couch, I jump and send the bag flying. Orange confetti falls to the floor and I swallow, knowing I am so dead if Graham walks in the door right now.
“What?” is my less than friendly greeting.
“What'd you do?”
How does he know me so well? I guess because he made me. “I just let off a bomb of cheese puffs. Although, technically, I'm blaming it on you since it was your phone call that scared me into dumping the bag over.”
“Your mother is knitting again.”
Eyes glued to the orange blobs on the pale carpet, I reply, “Oh? I'm sure it's marvelous, whatever it is.” Are they seeping into the carpet as I watch, even now becoming an irremovable part of it? Graham is going to majorly freak out over this.
“Looks like a yellow condom.”
I choke on nothing. “I have to go, Dad.”
He grunts a goodbye. I fling the phone away and dive to my knees, hurriedly scooping up the abused deliciousness into my hands. Of course this is when Graham decides to come home—when my ass is in the air facing the door and I look like I'm eating processed food off the floor. I groan and let my head fall forward, smashing a cheese puff with my forehead. He doesn't say anything for a really, really long time, and I refuse to move or look at him, so it gets sort of awkward.
“Never thought I'd come home to this scene. Ever.”
Just to rile him up, I shove a cheese puff in my mouth and chomp away.
“I can't believe you just ate that!”
I get to my feet as I pop another into my mouth. “Mmm.”
Graham's face is twisted with horror, his backpack dropping to the floor. Sweat clings to him in a delicious way, his hair damp with it. “Do you know how dirty the carpet is?”
“You clean it almost every day. It can't be that dirty.”
“I don't get everything out of it!” he exclaims, slapping the remaining puffs from my hands. “Go brush your teeth. No. Wait. Induce vomiting. Immediately.”
I look at him and laugh. “You're crazy.”
“Just...go drink water or something. I'll clean this up.”
“I am perfectly capable of cleaning up my own messes.”
He just looks at me.
“Okay, so not as well as you, but still.”
He remains mute.
“Fine.” I toss my hands in the air and carefully walk over the splotches of orange beneath me. As I leave the living room, I pause by a framed photograph of a lemon tree, sliding it off-center on the wall.
“I saw that,” he calls after me.
“Just giving you something to do!” I smirk as I saunter into the bathroom.
“I'll give you something to do.”
I cock my head at that, wondering if that was meant to be sexual or not. I'm thinking not. I flip the light switch up in the bathroom and scream. Even with the distance between us, I can hear him laughing. The mirror is covered in what looks like blood, spelling out R – E – D. I put my face close to it and sniff. Ketchup. What a waste of a good condiment.
“Not funny!”
“So funny!”
― Lindy Zart, quote from Roomies
“All he knew was all those empty rooms inside him were somehow filled when Mateo was around.”
― Riley Hart, quote from Broken Pieces
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