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246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 4, 2015
"Breathe, baby," Rafe murmured softly, holding Quinn's face.
They shared a kiss made only of their breath, and Quinn tasted himself on Rafe's exhale, marveling in the surety in Rafe's golden-brown eyes.
"This isn't a one-time thing, Q. Not us. Not ever. I told you. I'm in this. If you want me. Don't let that hay-and-needles brain of yours skew things sideways, and don't go borrowing trouble. You and me… we work, don't we? In our odd, weird way?"
"God, you make me feel normal," Quinn whispered. "Like I'm just… like there's nothing wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you, babe," Rafe replied, stroking Quinn's cheek with his thumb. "You're who you are. You're Quinn."
"I’ve spent my whole life living in a world where I don’t speak the language everyone does." It was difficult, digging into wounds he’d let heal over, hoping they wouldn’t fester into poison beneath the surface of his heart. "I understand what you’re saying, but everyone moves and acts so oddly. Like I’m living in a world made up out of broken mirrors, and every time I try to reach for one of you, I cut myself on the edge of the glass.
"And this world, Mum." He sighed as she took his hand, squeezing back when Brigid laid her head on his shoulder. "This world… it’s all grayish. Monotones of muted hues where sometimes I can’t tell the difference between a door and a window, but everything’s sharp and everyone hurts. And there’s so much noise. Everything chattering and demanding, pushing into me."

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“There’s nothing wrong with you, babe,” Rafe replied, stroking Quinn’s cheek with his thumb. “You’re who you are. You’re Quinn.”
"He could just… be around Rafe. No modifying behavior, no stopping and asking himself if he said the right thing or missed the meaning of something. He had a freedom with Rafe he’d never had with anyone before."
“I see you looking at me—all warm and sweet—and all I think about is how I don’t deserve you. Don’t deserve that affection, but see, I’m an asshole, Quinn. Because I’m going to take it—and hold on tight.”






