Kate Aaron

Christ, they__ be getting a cat next. He mentally recoiled from the idea: the day they did that, he__ cut off his dick and call himself a lesbian.

Love. He recoiled from the very idea. He knew all about love: love was following his best friend around school like a lost puppy, putting up with all manner of shit just to be near him. Love was sobbing himself to sleep night after endless night because the guy who__ taken his virginity hadn__ called him back. Love was a thousand shattered dreams and a flood of memories that made him cringe. Love could fuck off.

I love you. The words reverberated between them, sinking into their skin, scored onto their hearts as they staked their claims to each other__ bodies, surrendering themselves and possessing each other, a tangle of limbs and lust and love, coiled together into one perfect unit, one small miracle, one simple story that has been told and retold since the beginning of time: just two people meeting, the most extraordinary and wondrous and mundane thing in the world.