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301 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 6, 2022
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He’s the soft center of my heart,
And I’m the hardened edges.
I wind myself around him,
Until we meld into one.
Alex: “God, Remy…I… Have you been holding out on me? Is that really the way you see…this…us?”
“I described feeling a rightness in my gut about my art, and it’s the same way I feel about you. I’m in love with you, Alex. I think part of me always has been, but I’ve been too terrified to admit it.”
My heart felt like it might burst into a million pieces.
“I know you’re scared.” I pressed my forehead to his. “You stand all on your own, Remy Duval, and I’m hopelessly in love with you too.”
He gathered my face in his hands. “Say that again.”
“I love you and would never betray your trust,” I said, and I heard his quiet gasp. I knew just how vital that was to him, and I meant it. “I thought I might actually die if I couldn’t text you or see you as much as I wanted to, and then umff—”
He took my mouth in a deep kiss that curled my toes. The room became a blur, and we were transported back to that dock, the tendrils of our hearts connecting again.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanting to hear your voice and see your corny texts.” Remy peppered my cheeks and lips and eyes with kisses. “I still planned to cheer for you at your meets. But I also want you at my place so we can wake up together and I can feed you and make you laugh.”
“Ugh, now you’re just being overly romantic,” I replied, and Remy’s smile stretched into a grin.
He reached for my hand and tenderly kissed my knuckles. God, what did we even look like, making out and giving each other googly eyes in the middle of the art studio?
Maybe like two people in love. Who could fault us that?
I waited for him in a sappy daze.
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Remy: I couldn’t hold back any longer. I caged him against the wall, my fingers gripping his chin and angling his face to mine. “Fucking hell, Alex. You in those tiny briefs, dancing like that.”
His eyes were wide through the mask, the raw longing in them making my heart bang against my chest. I lifted the mask over his forehead and kissed each of his cheeks.
“Better? Bet the mask helped with some of that sexy confidence.”
“Probably. Or maybe it’s just you being here.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” I seized his mouth in a hungry kiss. As my tongue slipped past his lips, my fingernails trailing along his bare rib cage, I was rewarded with a throaty groan.
His hands slipped inside the jacket and gripped the back of my shirt. I pinned him with my body and nipped at his jaw, throat, and lips, wanting to devour him right there. He moaned as I sucked on his tongue, tasting all of him. When our mouths fitted back together for a deep and long kiss, I was in heaven.
He gasped as we came up for air, and I could feel the swell of his cock through his pants. I wanted to grind my stiff dick against him, but I’d never been one for public displays, except maybe now.
“You came all the way here,” he said between kisses. “Dance one song with me?
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Alex Text: My foot thanks you, btw, for letting it out of your hairy leg prison.
Remy Text: Hairy leg prison? WTF?
Alex Text: You were wearing shorts, and I had to endure being poked by your wiry man hairs the whole time.
Remy Text: Lies. Your foot loved being imprisoned by my legs.
Are we honestly talking about our body parts as if they’re sentient beings?
Alex Text: Look at you, using big-boy terms. We’ve already admitted we’re ridiculous.
This takes the cake.
Remy Text: Good night, Carl.
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