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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2012


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"Put your arms around me. No. Eyes closed," Andrew insisted. "That's it. Hold me tighter. Open your mouth, but don't do anything. Leave it to me."
Cormac's embrace was warm and hard. This time, Andrew kissed the other man even slower, exploring more deeply with his tongue.
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"Cormac," Andrew said the other man's name slowly, caressing both syllables with his tongue. "Youre the only guy I like, when I want to see a man's face, it's yours. When I want to hear a man's voice, you're the only man who comes to mind..."
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"You are perfect." Cormac spoke each word slowly, as if articulating something he'd sworn never to reveal. "Sometimes you lick your upper lip before you speak. Did you know that? I first noticed in the Irish bar. Makes me crazy."
"Really? Then lick it for me... slowly."
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“That’s what you’ve done for me, Marie. Protected me from the day I was born. Been my best friend, my confidante. Kept me alive when I wanted to die. I love you. Don’t ever say you never accomplished anything.
Your life matters. It matters to me.”
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"I love you, Andrew."
"I love you, Cormac." Cormac's grin took his breath away.
"Then I have everything I'll ever need."
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Cormac stared at him, his finely-boned face as hard and impassive as a statue of Julius Caesar. There was something ancient about the man, not Victorian or Elizabethan but older, old as civilization. Andrew, who often felt the world was too new and overwhelming for him to taste more than a raindrop in a single fleeting lifetime, suffered a twinge of admiration. Something in Cormac had been created to endure.
Cormac helped Andrew to his feet. “That was…” He broke off. “Jeez. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
Andrew tried not to laugh at the other man’s expression. Paresh had bragged that Andrew would see God before Paresh was done with him.
Andrew didn’t know if Cormac had visualized the Supreme Being, exactly, but he looked like he’d set eyes on Santa Claus, at the very least.
“That’s what you’ve done for me, Marie. Protected me from the day I was born. Been my best friend, my confidante. Kept me alive when I wanted to die. I love you. Don’t ever say you never accomplished anything.
Your life matters. It matters to me.”
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“Why blow a hole in that image?”
Cormac’s smile was cold. “Because I wasn’t living up to my own press. I am a real [bleep] man. And real men don’t conceal who they are, or
who they love.”
“I love you,” Cormac said softly. “I can’t turn it off, that’s not how I’m wired. Sex isn’t enough for me. I want to marry you. Make a life with you.”






