Tell me something good about your life," I whispered, needing to hear that he wasn't as broken as I thought him to be.Peter breathed into the handset for about two minutes. I began wondering if he was about to hang up, or had fallen asleep, when he answered. "You." It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. And then he hung up before I could ask him to repeat himself.I fell asleep, grinning, with the phone still clutched in my hand and my milk souring on the coffee table.

Do you know what I did to the last guy that called me Tinkerbelle?""Slept with him?"Darryl was silent for a second. "After that.

At some point all of this is going to catch up with me,” I said.“What is?”“Gay, boyfriend, job loss, career in the toilet, gay, criminals in my house, criminals in my bed.”“You said the gay thing twice.”“It deserves double billing.

Are you in love with me?" I asked, grinding my nails into my palms."Yes," he said simply. "But not yet