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408 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 29, 2025
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“I told you I’m demisexual, but I’m also pansexual, which means the stereotype is I want to fuck everyone, but it means my attraction isn’t based on gender. I need a strong emotional connection to be attracted to someone. So that first night? I was already all in.”
“I understand, especially the stereotype. I’m bisexual, so I am a victim of it to an extent, too. But I’d never want you to lose yourself,” she whispers. “I didn’t realize that’s what I was asking you to do.”
“The entire concept of the religion that is so important to them is built on the back of a pregnant teenager. When I was growing up, being a good Catholic meant being like Jesus. Being kind, not excluding people, looking out for one another, praying… not literally refusing to help someone they were more than capable of helping. While I don’t put my parents on a pedestal, I always admired how their faith wasn’t something they used to harm others, even when I stopped practicing. Learning I’m wrong is a mindfuck.”
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“Don’t move. I’m going to grab the towels.”
I raise my hands to show my obedience as he bends down.
“Yes, sir.”
The speed at which he stands up straight, towels still on the ground, is almost comical.
“What did you just say?” he asks, face red.
Huh? What did I just…Oh my god.Oh my god.Okay, Audrey, play it cool. It’s nothing. You didn’t mean it in a sexual way. Even if he obviously interpreted it as sexual.
I laugh nervously.
“What, no one ever calls you sir? Kids these days have no manners.”
He laughs, but this time it’s strained. “You can’t say stuff like that, Aud.”
I feel lightheaded as he bends over again, collecting the towels in his arms and reaching to grab the phone that landed by my feet.
Aud. Pipe.He’s comfortable with us. He’s shortening our names like he’s ours, like we’re his.
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“I put everything into transforming Port Haven Inn into SandPiper Inn, expanding it and creating space for events. Aunt Olivia would have loved the inn in its current state. Her fingerprints are everywhere.”
“It’s around a ten minute walk from Queenie’s to Audrey’s home, a small white cottage tucked behind the inn. ”
Ren comes over after the event, and I finally tell him everything about my pregnancy and raising Piper on my own. I tell him what it was like being the pregnant girl my final semester of high school. How teachers and students alike suddenly stopped talking whenever I was near. How I ate lunch alone in the nurse’s office while she ignored me. How I took my finals in April and finished early, because Piper was due in early May. How when they sent my diploma, I threw it away. I tell him about the depression that plagued me after she was born, how I’d cry during the sleepless nights, begging her to latch or to sleep, depending on the situation.I tell him what it was like working the front desk of the inn with a tiny Piper in a bouncer seat next to me.
“I like who I am with her. It’s like I’m finally able to relax and not act like who people expect me to be. Not Sky, the audio erotica performer, not Ren, the perfect eldest son who never disappoints his family—just me. The imperfect man who’s realising all he ever really wanted was to be seen.”
