119 Quotes About Mm-romance

Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment. “Hmm?” I turned my head. “Do you believe in Santa?” I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?”I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.”He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?” I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.

Two guys jumped us on the way to get food," Cameron answered. "Ty is like... a ninja on crack. He beat them up pretty spectacularly. Then we stole with their car.

The name’s Damien,” he stated, sliding behind the table. He wore an open black jacket and jeans.“Colt.”“I haven’t seen you here before.”“First time.” I lifted the glass to my mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself?”I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. The music is great,” I replied, turning my head. “Do you come here often?”“Almost every night.

I don’t want to see my best partner heartbroken.”“It’s not like that.”“Uh-huh, sure.

What’s the story with you and that blonde woman?” I asked after a moment.“Sienna is my partner—I make a point of not mixing work and pleasure. It doesn’t go down well when things turn… pear-shaped.” “Fair enough, I guess.

Well, it’s not swollen,” he stated, rewrapping the bandage, “or bleeding or leaking, so I think it’s okay.”“I know. I’m training to be a nurse,” I replied. “Thanks though.”“Explains the curiosity and attitude.”“What?” I snapped. “I’m a trainee paramedic.”“Oh.” I looked away, chewing my lower lip. “Right.” “There’s a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses—I don’t know the reason behind it.”“I know.

If you can’t pay the bill, I’ll pay it for you.”“Thanks,” I said, and turned my head to the side. “But in exchange for what?

Are you Colt?” he muttered, coming to stand in front of me. “Yeah.” “I want an hour.”“Two-fifty now, two-fifty later,

Okay… what do I have to do?”“What’s your name?”“Colt.”“You don’t want to get mixed up in this shit, Colt. It’s dangerous, in more ways than one.” He turned and began walking again.“No, I don’t want to,” I breathed, jogging to keep up with his long strides. “I have to… I don’t have much of a choice.