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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 21, 2014

With that, Micah unwraps a stick of blue rock candy and proceeds to seductively pull it in and out of his mouth. I guess he assumes he’s in the clear to practice blow jobs in public with me now. I can’t watch.
”I knew you could do it,” Micah teases me from across the table. “Is it terrible?”
I shake my head, but I hold back on telling him that there’s no one else in the world I’d have done that for. Instead, I say, “I’m braver than you think.”
And I only say that because I’m too scared to tell him the truth.

”Where should we go?” Micah, asks me.
I shrug my shoulders. “It’d have to be a road trip”, I say.
“Why’s that?” he asks.
“Because you’ll never get on a ship and I’m sure as hell never getting on a plane.”

"We have to go, zombie boy," I say.
He smiles. "I'll have you converted before the summer's over. Don't worry."

Until Micah, no one could handle me. But Micah gets me. And I get him.

Micah leans closer. His hair brushes against my face before he whispers directly into my ear, “Fight or bite? What do you want, Ridge? Fight… or…”
“Bite me!” The words fly from my lips faster than I can even think to stop them.
But I can’t think of the words or the morgue or anything other than the piercing pain that shoots through my collarbone.
“Fuck! Micah!” I scream.

He takes two side steps closer to me. “Are you really that scared?”
What the hell do you think, Micah? Yeah, I’m really that scared. That’s why I’m standing on the wrong side of a bridge’s railing holding the hand of a guy who likes guys, and all the while, that elephant named Tension is behind us poking at me with its trunk waiting for me to take a leap of faith… in more ways than one.

He runs his fingers through the hair that’s fallen on the back of my back. I shiver – not an “I’m cold” sort of shiver but more of the “Hey, that feels, good, and you’re kind of turning me on” sort of shiver.


”And what do you want, McCoy?” Terrence asks. “Really and truly?”
“For this summer to never end.”

“I need more time than what you have tonight. It’d seriously take all day just to tell you about one horse, much less ten. You know, I could just show you instead. Give me ten days this summer”




“And what do you want, McCoy?” Terrence asks. “Really and truly?” “For this summer to never end.”
He nods. "I'm Micah. Youngblood." I was expecting something cooler. Like Blackfeather. Or Wolfcry. Something more Native American than Youngblood.
"I'm guessing you're Ridge," he says to me. He tosses a gym bag onto the only empty bed. I seriously thought I lucked up just having Terrence as a roommate. I should've known better. "And I'd assume you're Terrence? I've never met a white guy named Terrence," he says.
"Okay. You asked for it," he warns. "The thing is, I hate labels. All labels. Race, gender, sexuality, all of it. I don't see color or gender or gay, straight, bi, whatever."
Micah assumes the 'guy role' and says it's just one ticket. I should totally be the guy. Micah is such a girl. Of course I can't tell him that - ever - because he hates stereotypical gay relationships where one of the guys is 'the girl of the relationship'.
But then I remember that I'm not into guys, and I have a girlfriend, and this technically makes me a cheater. I wonder if this is like prison, how a lot of inmates are "gay for the stay" because they need some form of affection.