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298 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 19, 2020



“I promise we’ll talk more.” Our eyes lock. “Soon.”
“Okay,” I say as I climb from the Jeep. I watch as Bryson drives off. He stops in front of the neighbor’s house and reverses. Bryson rolls down the window and I bend to look into the car.
“To answer your question,” Bryson says. “Yes, I think I might be.”

Yazz sighs. “You know what trope I really hate is when the main character decides to give up on the person they love in the name of protecting them. That’s what you’re doing right now. You’re trying to protect Bryson, but you don’t realize you’re hurting him instead.”Same, girl. Same!
“Why do you assume that everyone you like is straight?”
“I think it’s what society has made me believe. Everyone says straight is the norm. Look at our school. The number of out kids can be counted on one hand. I’m pretty sure there are other closeted people like me and maybe even a few who haven’t figured out their sexuality yet.” I chew at my lip. “Maybe assuming everyone around me is straight is a defense mechanism.”
“The truth is that I don’t know if I’m gay. Yes, I like you, but does that mean I’m gay, too? You’re the first guy I’ve liked. The only one so far. Maybe I’m bi?” He throws his hands up. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t I know? But, I mean, I’ve always believed love is love.”
“It doesn’t have to make you anything. Besides, you can figure it out later. It’s been less than a week. Trust me, it took me a couple of years before I understood that I was gay. And a bit more time to accept it.”
“Can…can I figure it out with you?” he asks. Bryson leans against my bookshelf for a heartbeat before standing straight. Bryson looks unsure what to do with himself. He shuffles on his feet, and it’s clear that the confidence that is synonymous with Bryson Keller is gone.
“With me,” I say. “Let’s figure this out together.”
“On this Friday night, we are just two boys kissing because we want to, because we like each other.
And there is nothing at all wrong with that.
Because love is love is love.”
“Bryson kisses me then, and I deepen it. Just like I wanted to before, I trace his jawline. Bryson bites at my bottom lip and I moan. Our mouths move against each other, and that becomes the only thing that matters.
I don’t know how long this will last, but I choose to focus on the here and now.
I choose to be happy.
Because I can be.
Because I deserve to be.
Gay means happy, too, you know.”
'And every gay kid has heard the stories and watched the movies. We’ve been told we aren’t normal for so long, been punished and ridiculed, that hiding who we are is second nature to us. Sometimes hiding is the difference between life and death. It’s why the closet still exists. It keeps us hidden and, more important, it keeps us safe.'
'My coming out might have been less than ideal, but even so, I know I’m one of the lucky ones.
I will survive this.'
I’m expected to look a certain way or act a certain way or like certain things. It’s like there’s a list of things I’m meant to be, and if I’m not, then I’m not authentic enough.
“Me not having to wait for anyone. I’m so used to being late because of the girls I’m dating,”

Everyone knows about the dare: Each week, Bryson Keller must date someone new -- the first person to ask him out on Monday morning. Few think Bryson can do it. He may be the king of Fairvale Academy, but he's never really dated before. Until a boy asks him out, and everything changes.
"Let me?" With ease, he places the book in its rightful place. He pauses and whispers, "What's the point of having a tall boyfriend if you aren't going to use him?" The absurdity makes me smile.