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372 pages, Paperback
First published March 16, 2014
"It's not about him or you. It's what's between you, the connection.People can see it, even when you're trying to act casual. they don't want you, or him. Well, some do. But I think it's more...they want that energy, that ungraspable...something between you two."
"Is it love?"

"The magic of being needed by just one person."



“Ev, do you ever… think about us, a long time from now?”
(…)
“Reid, Giraffe, my hunky spunky man child. I don’t think about the future…”
“You don’t?”
“If you’d let me finish; I don’t think about a future without you.”
“You always know the right thing to say.”

As a child, I dreamed of living in the forest, of hiding among the trees to avoid the world of people and all their problems. Instead, I met a boy in the woods, and together we grew and somehow figured out how to become men.
We’re still working on that.

“You are incorregible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
I leaned in close, offered a kiss, then slowly loosened his bowtie, undid the top button of his shirt.
(…)
He spun his chair around in consent. “Mister Conniff, you’re a class act,” he smiled.
“And that’s why you love me.”

“I’m sorry. I was so stupid. But I don’t see that as being strong.”
“Maybe not, but you are, and you know, it’s not about him or you. It’s what’s between you, the connection. People can see it, even when you are trying to act casual. They don’t want you, or him. Well, some do. But I think it’s more… they want that energy, that ungraspable… something between you two.”
“Is that love?”
Gerald smiled as he patted my shoulder. “Maybe someday you’ll find out.”

“Can’t go to be angry,” I added.
“Who said that?”
“My mom, I think.”
“You talk to your mom about me?”
“Sometimes, when I don’t have a clue how to deal with you”.
“You’re sweet.” Everett offered a smile, then nestled close to me. “I love you, no matter what I say.”

“You’re really brave”.
“Brave? Why?”
Football jock nodded toward my merman.
Brave? I was scared everyday, worried about losing him, losing his interest, being unable to keep up with his ongoing craving for adventures. What was this hulking guy trying to say? I wanted to shout at him, punch him, wake him up, or perhaps lock him in a kiss to make Everett jealous. But he just smiled innocently.

‘You are invited to a mutual apology session and private dinner, Saturday, February 14th, at Seven P.M.’


