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220 pages, Paperback
First published April 2, 2021




“I’m not like most guys my age.”Understatement.

It’s not easy realizing you were born in a body that isn’t right. It isn’t easy telling your parents their daughter is a son, or your friends, or cringing every time your grandmother misgenders you or your cousin uses your dead name. None of that is easy, but I never had to deal with my family disowning me or not getting the healthcare I needed or being forced to live unauthentically.



“Does it feel powerful for you?” he asks. “Tying people up?”
“I don’t refer to it as tying people up. That sounds so, I don’t know, kidnap-y.”


He offers little about himself, but I would dance with the devil himself to know everything there is about Mitsu.

“First of all, talking about Doctor Who and converting someone to the fandom is like my crack.”



"You’re my safe place. What do you get out of this? What am I for you?”
“You are my heart, Grey. My breath. My desire. My heaven. What I get out of this is you.”


“Tell me what you need. Do you want marriage? A ring to symbolize my commitment to you?”
He shakes his head. “No. I want a dog.”
My eyebrows rise. “A dog?”
“Yeah. I can’t have one in an apartment. I want two cats and a dog.”


"All words can be poetry if you want them to be.” He tugs me slightly closer and kisses the underside of my chin. “For example: fuck as a verb, between you and I, is nothing but poetry.”
I pull back enough to bend and kiss his lips.
“You’re an artist, Mitsu.”
“And you are my muse.”

I find myself leaning into him, inhaling the floral yet masculine scent wafting around him. Being close to him is like slowly, willingly, being sucked into a vortex of want.
Want to touch.
Want to feel.
Want to taste.
Want more.




