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234 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2014


[For example, when Aiden finally says he'll back off, then Cade can't stop himself from 'accidentally' kissing him...]Blurters are like unicorns filled with chocolate in my world. So yes, please!
“Okay. It’s interesting that you did that as soon as I said I wasn’t going to pursue you anymore. Like maybe you didn’t like the idea of giving up entirely. And it would really be more flattering if you didn’t look so much like you’re about to puke. Or maybe like you got hit in the balls. Which, of course, can often lead to puking, so I guess maybe that’s what you look like. It’d be more flattering if you didn’t look like you got hit in the balls.”
He waited for Cade, smiled encouragingly, then added, “Of course, talking about balls makes this sound almost sexual, but I’m definitely not seeing anything in your expression that makes me think you’re having sexy thoughts. If I’m wrong about that, you should let me know. Absolutely. I could help you with that. But we’d also have to work a bit on your facial expressions, because if this is your turned-on face, I really, really don’t want to see your O-face.”
“If someone’s golden on the surface, and then you burrow through and don’t run into something else? It’s not because they’re solid gold, Cade! It’s because they’re hollow! Or shallow… I don’t know, pick your metaphor. But the point is, they’re not real people! No one is golden all the way through!”So we do get our well-deserved HEA and all ends right with the world.
“Not even you?”
"The golden part of me? That’s the surface. For sure. I’m shiny and happy and easy to get along with. Whatever. That’s my surface. And then? Yeah. Hollow. No depth, no core, nothing real inside me. Just emptiness.” His grip on Cade’s hands tightened almost painfully. “Until you. And now you’re inside me. You’re my core. If anyone cares enough to burrow through the shiny outside? They’d find you, Cade.”
His voice was soft, now, his smile tentative but tender. “So, no. I don’t care if you’re grumpy. I mean, I’d rather you weren’t, because it can’t be much fun for you to be grumpy. But for me? You’re inside me. You’re part of me. You are what you are, and I love you for it.”


"For the record, I’m not stalking you anymore.” - Aiden
“What?” - Cade
“If you don’t want me to know where you live because you think I’m stalking you? You don’t have to worry. I mean, I still see you a lot, but that’s because you make good sandwiches. It’s not stalking, it’s lunch. And then that time at the library, yeah, that was a bit stalkery, but I quit as soon as you said you weren’t interested. Just sandwiches since then. And tonight, I was driving by and I saw you. That’s all. It would have been weird not to stop, right? So that wasn’t stalking, it was a coincidence.”He smiled a little.“Or possibly fate.” - Aiden
“Okay, possibly I’m getting stalkery again. Like, sexually harassing you. We had all this sensitivity training stuff at the frat last month, and I had a bit of trouble converting some of it to the gay context, but I get that it would be annoying to have someone coming on to you all the time when you only want to be friends. In my defense, you did just kiss me, and you didn’t ask for explicit verbal consent before that happened. So I don’t think we’re exactly following the rules, here.”
“I don’t feel harassed,” Cade replied. “But I don’t think I’m going to call you and suggest we make out.”
“We could skip right past that stage and go straight to the sex, if you like.”
“I appreciate the options. I have to go now.”
“Okay. And just for the record… if you see my car driving past your house a few times tomorrow, that’s not because I’m stalking you. I might happen to have business in the neighborhood.”
“I thought you were a virgin. When I first met you, and you were so serious. I mean, you made me wait for months, and the whole time you were a
fucking pro?”
"Jesus Christ, Cade, you had the nerve to get jealous about my boyfriends? You were upset because I’d been in my shower with other guys before you? How many fucking guys have you been with, Cade?” [..]. “Seriously. You’re smart enough to do the math, right? Eight months of it? Did you go out every night, or take weekends off? Was it just one guy a night, or a few? How many were repeat customers? How many guys have you fucked?”[..]“Did you have favorites? Did you get off on it, Cade? Did they make you come? "