988 Quotes About Lgbt

James's friendship meant more than any feelings I might have. That was enough. It would have to be enough.

I wanted to know anything and everything about him. I wanted to know why he looked at me like that and what he was thinking when he did.

I looked up , surprised, and his face was soft, questioning. I didn't know the answet. I didn't even know the question.

Is it safe to come in?"A strangled sound that might have been a laugh burst out of me. The innuendos were racing through my head.

I went and sat on the side of the bed to wait. Not for James, oh no. For the two ghosts who were absolutely, pardon the pun, dying to talk to me.

James spoke first. "Hey."God. One word, and my cheeks heated. It might have helped if he hadn't looked like he wanted to drag me across the table and kiss the hell out of me. How had this become my life? Not that I was complaining. Really, really not complaining.

And that was all I'd ever needed: someone I could count on to be there not matter what. It had only been a few days, but it was freeing to know that.

It hadn't been a week, and I couldn't remember what it was like before James. I didn't want to.

I moved without thought, my hands coming up to rest on his back and it brought back that feeling of solidity and comfort. He grounded me in a way I didn't know I'd been missing until he was there.