107 Quotes by Alexis Hall

He was gorgeous yesterday, kneeling and burnished and kind of a fantasy. And he’s still gorgeous this morning, rumpled and tired and real.

Coloured lights splintered behind my eyes. For a few brief, blissful moments, all thought, all memory, dissolved like sugar in water. I was free. There was nothing but sweat and skin, hot harsh breath against my neck, a cock driving into me. Raw, undeserved pleasure stolen from a stranger in a dark room

It's d-d-dishonourable to peek at someone else's cards.""Cribbage is cutthroat.

I tried to remind myself that journalists were like tyrannosauruses. Their vision was based on movement.

It will never stop hurting but it will stop mattering.

Whatever magnet drew us once was broken now. It had left me simply spinning, a compass without a lodestone.

I couldn’t believe that lack of fear. It gave me vertigo, as though he was the edge of a cliff and Icouldn’t bear the view.

one of the less well-advertised secrets of group sex was how often it came down to logistics.

Beneath his hands, my skin is so light and tight I half imagine I’m transparent. I’m glass for him, all the way to my blood-red, shining heart.