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“But say…if I wanted to order fifty doves and release them in the medical wing…” “That would be a hell no.” “Just checking!” Bailey said, raising his hands. “Um…do you know if you can get deposits back or…?” Arne smirked. “Does Nelson have an affinity for doves that I didn’t know about?” “It’s romance!” Bailey declared. “I can’t not do things for him. He’s so perfect and wonderful, and he gives me cute frowns when I break my face on things. He deserves everything I can give him.”

“There’s no pineapple, right? I asked for no pineapple.” “For the hundredth time, there’s no pineapple. Can you quit huffing down my neck?” Kiran complained, swatting at him. “Are you sure?” “You were there when I bought it!” Kiran said in exasperation. “Do you want to run it under a microscope?” “Depends.” Kiran gave him a flat glare. “On what?” “If you have a microscope.” “You’re ridiculous.”

“Welcome to Hell!” His voice boomed, the deep bass tone making the ground beneath their feet rumble and shake. Luc knew they could feel it in their bones. “You all know why you’re here, so we won’t waste a lot of time explaining. You’ve been very, very naughty in your lives, and now you get to spend the rest of eternity here. With me.” He watched them take in his words, horror painted on their faces, screams echoing around the room as they shuffled farther away from him, the ones at the front clearly wishing they could just sink into the ground and disappear. “No need to be shy. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Luc cooed. He gave them a few precious moments to relax a tiny bit before grinning. “I have people for that.” He turned to Zorun to see if he liked the joke but got nothing but an eye roll from his second-in-command. Rude. “Okay, we need to be fast and organized.” Luc dropped the act, waving the clipboard and his colorful sticky notes in the air. “You’ll be divided by sin and sent with your group leader to the appropriate level. Your pain tolerance assessment starts in half an hour. You’ll be tested for various forms of torture, and then the most suitable one will be chosen for you. If you disagree with your torture method, you can fill out a form and appeal within two weeks. You will be reassessed if need be.”

“I just don’t want to hurt him,” Vid said. “I don’t want him to be stuck with someone who isn’t a good mate to him. I want to be enough…” “And you are,” Jude said. “Just because you’re human doesn’t mean it means less or that it’s worth less. In a way, I feel like it’s more.” “What do you mean?” Vid asked. “You chose him. You choose to love him day in and day out,” Jude said. “Destiny, or the universe, or whatever else decided you were it for him, and I was it for Kiran, but you and I…we picked for ourselves. We had all the options, and we picked them.”

“I don’t care. I’ll be as cheesy as I want to,” he said, and Mason lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah?” “Yup. I’ll hold you every night. I’ll kiss you any chance I get. I’ll text you a million times a day when we’re not together to let you know I’m here, I’m thinking of you. I’ll buy a new camera and take photos of you and then complain how none of them are even close to capturing how beautiful you are…”

“Maybe you’re right. I mean…how could I have known he was lying? Not like I know what it’s like to be loved. Nobody ever loved me,” he said, refusing to allow himself to cry. [...] "You do know what love looks like, darling,” Darian said, brushing a tear away from his lashes with his thumb. “It’s drawing hearts with flowers in a bathtub. It’s pretending you like oatmeal because the other person can’t eat anything else for a couple of weeks. It’s allowing someone to move everything in your greenhouse around just to see them smile proudly at the good job they’d done. It’s taking care of each other, spending time together, wanting to be with someone forever. You do know what it’s like to be loved, Tate, because I love you.”

“You’re fun to play with, you know,” Emmerson whispered, like a secret. “No one has ever told me that before,” he answered, just as low. “Good,” Emmerson said, lolling his head to the side and exposing his adorned neck. He glanced at him from under his lashes. “That means I get to keep you all to myself.” West was hypnotized, burning up, going crazy. This felt like a fantasy, and he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. In fact, if it was all going to be ripped away from him in an instant, he needed more. “You can keep me,” he said, meaning every word.”

“[...] If you don’t really want to wait for your person, you could go out and find anyone. Someone more…I don’t know. Just more." [...] “How can there be more?” he asked, and Dorian frowned. “What?” “How can there be more than you?” [...] “How can there be more, when you feel this good in my arms?” he said, pulling him closer. “How can you think there can be more when you taste like this?” He pecked his lips again. And again. And again. “How much more could there be when the thought of you close to me makes me go insane?” he said, lowering his head and kissing the soft skin just behind his ear, hearing him moan quietly. He took his hand and placed his palm in the middle of his chest, allowing him to hear his heartbeat. “How can there be more when this is what you do to me?” he whispered into his ear, kissing the shell of it right after his words, and Dorian caved.”

“My heart knows it’s you. That’s the only thing I could think of. I couldn’t empty my mind because you’re there all the time. And so that’s what comes out.” “Me?” Hayden asked, and Dorian nodded. “The way you make me feel. The way I feel when I hear your voice or your laugh. It’s the softness of your hair under my fingers. It’s the breath you let out in my ear before you wake up in the morning. It’s how you read to me before bed, how you carry me when there’s puddles on the street, and how you always muss up my hair even more even though you always mock me about how messy it already is. Everything is you. But it’s because I already love you. It’s because I know you, and I’m drawing you because you’re everything I know. We can’t know that you’re my soulmate. Because this isn’t how this should go.” [...] “Why can’t it be enough? That I make you feel like this.” He motioned toward the pictures, knowing Dorian couldn’t see. “You used every color you owned. Every last one. That’s how much you feel for me. And it’s not enough.”