She’s fifteen!”Nash shrugged. “That’s just a number. It doesn’t say anything about her.””It says something pretty damn funny about your IQ!” I said, and he opened his mouth to retort, but I spoke over him....

Vanity, right?” Nash reappeared in the living room with an open bag of potato chips. “I nominate my venerable brother. He likes to play hero, and one look at him should establish the vanity angle.””Nash!”...

My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, mooth and hard, and…”Give it a rest, already,” Tod snapped from somewhere behind his brother. “It already smells like sex in...

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.