Page 164 of The Nightmare Before Kissmas
“And then,” he says. He leaves it at that, heavy with insinuation, and I spin away with an exaggerated moan of defeat.
“My boyfriend is insanely sexy!” I shout over my shoulder as I jog up the hall.
Hex’s gasping laugh follows. “And my boyfriend has no sense of decency!”
I whirl to him again, and all I can manage is to let him see how deliriously happy he’s made me. But he’s gonna have to get used to me embarrassing the hell out of him.
We don’t have to hide anymore. We don’t have to lie. I can shout all kinds of romantic nonsense from the rooftops, and I will, I’ll scream it to anyone within earshot, creating all the tabloid headlines myself.
Former human disaster has been thoroughly whipped by a walking contradiction of darkness and sunlight and morbidity and joy.
Eh, too wordy, but he makes me want to be poetic. Maybe:
Christmas Prince admits to having risked war crimes all because of corset vests, black eyeliner, and the things that the Halloween Prince can do with his tongue.
No, it’ll have to be simple. Sometimes simplicity is all we need. Something like:
Prince Coal of Christmas is inexhaustibly in love with Prince Hex of Halloween.
Yeah. I think that fits best of all.
