Spencer Cohen, Book One

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.

I glanced back to Yanni to see him smiling at us. "You two can stop being so cute now." "Well, Spencer can," Andrew deadpanned. "I, unfortunately, am cute all the time." I laughed. "It's true. He is.

You’re so good with people. You say all the right things to make people feel better about themselves. You don’t do it to be patronising at all; you do it because you’re a good person.

There was something absolutely terrifying in handing over your wounded heart for someone else to hold.

Don’t correct me with logic and reasoning and intelligence. It was funnier the way I said it.

Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

There is something cathartic about having your scars inked into your skin.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

I think you're something wonderful.

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.

I’d crossed that line like Usain freakin’ Bolt.

Lola, he played his piano for me last night.” “Is that a euphemism for something?

What about a Prince Albert?” Lola asked. My dick retracted into my body. “Jesus, no.

This series is dedicated to every Spencer out there: for those who have lost everything but still have hope, for those too afraid to love again but crave it all the same, for those who have been through hell yet are still strong enough to smile, and for those who wear their scars inked into their skin.