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461 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 2025


“I only wanna kiss you.” His lips fold tight together. He doesn’t say anything else, but he turns his head and finally looks at me. The sight of him makes me want to pull him to my chest and never let go. Screw a relationship, screw a five-year plan, screw gay or straight or bi, or whatever. All I want is one more moment with Rowan Hughes. Moment after moment after moment.
His hand touches my face, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, and the slope of my nose. “You gonna be okay?”
“I dunno,” I answer honestly. “Don’t think I’ve been okay for a long time. But right now, I feel okay. With you.”
“I think you’re the first person in my life to make me feel like I’m lucky.”
“You’re lovable, Row,” he tells me. “You’re generous, supportive, protective, and beautiful. That’s all you. I’ve never met anyone as special as you. What happened to you…what those people did…that’s not who you are, and that’s not why you’re gay. You’re gay because you’re supposed to be loved by a man, and I’m gonna be that man. I’m gonna love you. I’m gonna take care of you whenever you need it, and I’m gonna help you get through this. Anytime you’re feeling any type of way about what happened, I’m gonna be here for you.”
The only person I can’t accept is myself
“I got you”
You’re gay because you’re supposed to be loved by a man, and I’m gonna be that man.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn, right?” he says. “I can feel it now, though. The dawn.”
“You’re gay because you’re supposed to be loved by a man.”

“Imagine,” I murmur, “doing that every night for the rest of our lives.”
A dazed chuckle rocks Rowan’s chest as he tightens his arms around me, picking his leg up over my hip again. “Fucking gay boy,” he rasps.
“One-hundred percent.” Not even one percentage point of doubt left over.”
“Relax,” he murmurs, then runs the tip of his tongue along his lips.
“It doesn’t have to be gay.”
If I only had the courage to stretch my finger out, I’d be touching him right now instead of just thinking about touching him. I want to savasana on top of him.
“I’m close,” he huffs.
“You gonna come for me, baby boy?”
“Fuck”
“It’s always darkest before the dawn, right?” he says. “I can feel it now, though. The dawn.”
“Can we be happy now?”