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229 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 25, 2015
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"No," Skip whispered cupping Richie's neck and pulling him in for a kiss that could finally go somewhere. "No better dream than this."
In the sudden silence, Skip could hear Richie’s breathless moan, and then that sound again, of a spoonful of tapioca flung at a canvas sail.
Skip’s vision darkened and he came, huge, dumping what felt to be a lifetime of spend into Richie, marking him from the inside out as irrevocably Skip’s now, nobody else’s. Skip was this kind of friend, and nobody else could be.

“I wish you didn’t have to go home.”It really was amazing to watch and turned out to be one of my very favorite aspects of the story.
Richie didn’t look horrified—he looked sad.
“Yeah, me too.” They’d locked Hazel in the bathroom, so they were standing in a lighted doorway. The whole world could see them. And Richie grinned up at him and tapped his cheek gently with a knuckle. “You think I want to leave a place that serves cold pizza for breakfast and has Almond Joys?”


"This thing, this living breathing warm human thing, it had been brewing between them for a long time, hadn’t it? [...]
It was him and Richie, as they always were, just a little more naked now"

"Skip took Richie while he was plastered up against the headboard, hands clutching the rail, the bed rocking so loud they probably couldn’t have heard a bomb go off. Richie was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me, Skip! Fuck me!”









Skip frowned unhappily. That hand on his shoulder felt really good, and Mason had been warm and kind and funny and… well… gay. Not in the obvious television way, but in the “I’d totally want you if you weren’t taken” way.
He just wasn’t sure if this was a come-on or not.
“Yeah,” Skip said, stepping smoothly backward. “I really want to help him. I hate that I won’t see him until after Thanksgiving. I….” I’m afraid he’s going to try so hard to forget about us that he succeeds. “I’m used to seeing him more,” he finished weakly.
Mason sighed and looked at him wistfully from earth brown eyes. “Skip, I don’t want to… you know… intrude, but….” He laughed and dragged a hand through very well cut hair. “Look, I hit on you before I saw you. You’re… you know. Not bad on the eyes. Just….”
Skip found he was blushing, shifting from foot to foot and uncomfortable in a way that he’d never been with Richie. But his stomach also ached a little from holding it in, which meant Skip wanted this guy to find him attractive too.