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290 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 23, 2015










“You are everything I wanted him to be, but he never was. You are my…completeness.”
The Northern Lights danced their otherworldly, un-choreographed celebration across the vast dome of the night sky, their green luminescence reflected back off the snow and ice, as if tiny land-trapped creatures were dancing in tribute beneath.
There were no words for how Ben felt.
He’d given up thinking moments in his life were perfect, because events inevitably transpired to prove they weren’t. But somehow this flickering dance of light put his life in perspective—perfect but transient. Changing. Unpredictable.

Living or dead, nothing would threaten Nikolas ever again.
It was a promise Ben had made to himself and intended to keep.
Life was learning to swim hard and fast and keep your head above the shit.
Life was having someone alongside you in every single manoeuvre, every fall, every painful rise again, and knowing that, win or lose, the war was never fought alone…
Ben had a cunning ally now.
But Nikolas was subtle and clever, too. And he reckoned he knew Ben better than even God did. He knew him in ways God didn’t.
At least, he hoped He didn’t.
“I have had a north star guiding me since I met you, Nikolas Mikkelsen. I’ve never strayed, never not loved you, never not wanted to be by your side. My only fault is wanting you too much, wanting you beyond this life, which is something you can’t control or give me…”
“But I think you’ve changed more than I have. As I told Stefan— do you recall my son? Of course you do. As I told him— at a very apt moment— I never really change. I just call myself by different names. But you, Ben, I think you’ve become an entirely different man from the one I fell in love with.”

For if Nikolas had once fallen from heaven, as Ben had accused him of once or twice in private moments, then wasn’t it equally possible that he could one day rise again?

“If you could only have one part of me ever again, what bit would you choose?”.
...
“I have decided.”
Ben turned his head, lazy with heat and orgasm, the tension of the morning quite gone. “You don’t really need to tell me. I can still feel you inside.”
Nikolas smiled, equally relaxed. “Then you would be wrong, min skat. I would choose your heart. You are the only person who has ever loved me, and that would be hard to replace.”
“Squeezy once wrote to an airline and suggested they have shagging-only toilets installed.”
“If your moronic friend trashes our house while we are away, I will skin him alive.”
“I think he’s turned a corner. Tim makes him pee sitting down.”


When it came down to it, he suspected he’d always loved Ben Rider more than Ben loved him.


Then Ben blurted out, “Please don’t…”
“What, Ben? Move on?”
“I’m sorry.” It felt good to be the one saying it for once. “I can’t promise that. And I’ve been thinking, too… I think you need to make an appointment to visit the court again. Remember that word they gave you— uncoupling. It’s very apt in our case. You need to do that, Ben. Literally. No hyphen. You can’t be Rider-Mikkelsen anymore. It’s not fair on me— not fair on anyone I ask to m—”

“Who’s to tell us what God wants? Seems to me that if I were God, and I’d created man, I’d be pretty pleased if he looked like you.”

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