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420 pages, ebook
First published September 7, 2015

"I always loved you.I can't even pretend I loved God more."


With his first words, “Hey, my name’s Jasper,” he’d somehow grabbed hold of Nicky’s hands and pulled him out of the cage he’d been in his whole life. He’d made him a real boy.


The effect of the heroin he’d shot up in the hotel dropped off hard and fast. In the murky space he drowned in, Nicky didn’t feel like Nico Blue, guitarist and chief songwriter for the still wildly popular band Vespertine. He was Nicholas Blumfeld, adopted son of Miriam and Adrian. Disconnected fuck-up. Broken boy. Always on the outside looking in…
“I’m a goddamn junkie and a whore and I’m not even a fucking decent musician anymore. What good has come out of my life after that choice you made on both our behalves, Jazz?” He got closer, up in Jasper’s face. “Tell me, because I want to fucking know.”
“No.” Jasper tilted his face toward the sun. “No, you still don’t get it. I was looking for any possible way to get out of being a priest. I didn’t want this, Nicky. I wanted you.”
“Well, you could’ve fucking had me,” Nicky spit out. “So don’t tell me this shit. Don’t tell me you wanted me over God because that’s bullshit. You could have motherfucking had me.”
“Nicky—” Jazz reached out but didn’t touch, his hand falling to the grass between them. “It could never be a competition. Do you understand? God is…God.”
Am I being tempted, Father? Are you testing me? Should I turn away from him and look for the true path You have laid out for me?

His fingers moved over the fretboard effortlessly and he let a movie play in his mind. Green-hazel eyes that shifted color in sunlight and golden-brown hair that fell a little too thick and definitely too long for a priest. Full, almost heart-shaped lips and golden lashes against strong cheekbones. A sunset glowed behind Jazz through Nicky’s attic bedroom windows, as, with desperation in his gaze, he forced a wound into both their hearts. Yearning became a thing with a rhythm and a heartbeat, and the song grew into the past made manifest. The sound of shifting bodies stilled and Nicky’s voice trembled as he sang on. His fingers never failed, though, and the broken heart he’d never recovered from bled through his voice and hands.











”You’re really into God, Jazz. You know that, right?”
Jasper couldn’t help laughing louder. The sound echoed back in the confessional. “After everything, even knowing where we are right now, you can’t really think of me as a priest, can you?”
“I shouldn’t think of priests the way I think of you.”![]()
I'm full of all these big fucking feelings, and, shit, I don't know what to do with them. ~Nicky~
Yearning became a thing with a rhythm and a heartbeat, and the song grew into the past made manifest. The sound of shifting bodies stilled and Nicky's voice trembled as he sang on. His fingers never failed, though, and the broken heart he'd never recovered from bled through his voice and hands.
Through the storm, we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live with or without you
~ U2 With Or Without You ~
"I always loved you," he whispered. "I can't even pretend I loved God more, back then. Every minute I spend with you now I wonder if my calling wasn't a coward's path. If I shouldn't have grabbed onto your hands and taken that dive with you."
“I’ll always choose you.”




Goosebumps rose over Jasper's arms. He hadn't felt this alive in a long time. A sweet ache heated his blood and and a warm flush burst over his cheeks. God owned his soul, but Nicky would always have his heart.



All these years. Did I fool myself, or is this, like Nicky said, an interlude? Will this longing and pain fade like it did when we were seventeen? Or will I learn to live with it? Did it ever fade?

“I always loved you,” he whispered. “I can’t even pretend I loved God more, back then. Every minute I spend with you now I wonder if my calling wasn’t a coward’s path."
Nicky wanted to bite him, wanted to pound his fists on his back and scream, because his soul was ripping open and he was going to die here on this island when Jasper pulled away.

“I’m a goddamn junkie and a whore and I’m not even a fucking decent musician anymore. What good has come out of my life after that choice you made on both our behalves, Jazz?” He got closer, up in Jasper’s face. “Tell me, because I want to fucking know.”
God calls to everyone, and some hear him loud and clear- like you. But that doesn’t mean we’ve deciphered his whole message in one go. He keeps calling us, and sometimes he might guide us down an unexpected path.”
God owned his soul, but Nicky would always have his heart. Even if they could be no more than friends, God had reunited them for a reason.
Funny thing: they were always you, and never you, and it never meant a damn thing, but it always motherfucking hurt.
He wanted him to have every beautiful thing in the world without waiting. And he wanted to be there to give it to him.
“After everything, even knowing where we are right now, you can’t really think of me as a priest, can you?”
“I shouldn’t think of priests the way I think of you.”
