Extraits

"I want you, Elsie. All the time. I think of you. All. The. Fucking. Time. I'm distracted. I'm shit at work. And my first instinct, the very first time I saw you, was to run away. Because I knew that if we'd start doing this, we should never stop. And that's exactly how it is. There is no universe in which I'm going to let you go. I want to be with you, on you, every second of every day. (...)

I turn and—it’s Jack. Of course it’s Jack. The electron to my nucleus, constantly spinning around me in the most annoying of orbits.

"I didn't know you two talked," Monica says, looking skeptically between us.

"I learned a few years ago," Jack tells her calmly, staring only at me. She's little more than a fly buzzing around us.

"And Elsie's in the process of mastering the art of speaking for herself. "

Who needs sex when you can watch Jack Smith face-plant on the floor?

"I think a lot about how much I hate you" I say with no conviction.

"I think a lot about how much you hate me, too" His smile is tender.

"That’s not how love works, Elsie. But don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

"You could be my entire world," he whispers in my ear before moving to my collarbone. "If you let me"

I stroke his hair. "I think I will."

"It's easier like that, isn't it ?"

" What is ?"

" Never showing anyone who you really are."

Light could be two different things at once, depending on what others wanted to see; a particle and a wave.

Sex does nothing for me, but maybe this is my kink: being complimented by leading scholars in my field. Hot, huh?