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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 17, 2017








"Nothing about what Dante made me feel was simple."

“Tell me what you want, Magnus,” Dante whispered....“You,” I said simply, because it didn’t matter what he was or wasn’t willing to give me. If all I got was this moment of it being just me and him, I’d accept that.
"There was no being eased into my first kiss with another man because Dante just took exactly what he wanted. And I loved every second of it. Kissing Dante was unlike anything I’d ever known or expected. There was no subtlety, no coyness…hell, it wasn’t even foreplay in my book. It was like its very own sex act, though sex was too frank of a word for it. Because it was more intimate than that, despite the desperation and neediness of it all."



"All the emotions I’d been struggling with before the encounter with Dante came rushing back, only now they were nearly crippling me as Dante’s rejection hung over my head. I’d become one of his conquests, nothing more. And I couldn’t even fault him for it, because this whole thing had been on me. I’d pursued him. I’d refused to let him go when he’d tried to walk away. I felt cold inside as I grabbed my shirt off the floor. “Do you want me to call you a cab?” Why the fuck wouldn’t he turn around and look at me? Had this all really just been another random fuck to him? “I’ll call,” was all he said."

“You’re the only one who’s ever seen that I can’t always live up to that expectation, Dante. You’ve seen me at my worst. The cemetery, court…that shit with Colton. I lashed out at you yesterday because if there’s anyone in this world I wouldn’t have wanted to see that part of me, it’s you.” ... “And not because we’ve had our fair share of problems,” he murmured. “I just…I wanted you to see that I was more than that. That I could be someone you could…” His words hung between us for the longest time before he whispered, “Someone you could lean on when you were tired of standing on your own.”
“What do you want from me, Magnus?” he whispered in an agonized voice. I didn’t dare move because I feared he’d run. “You,” I said truthfully. “I just want you, Dante.” I knew this was a make or break moment for us, so I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything for him in the hopes he’d stay. “But I want the real you,” I continued. “Not the version of you who you want everyone else to see.” I risked stepping a little closer to him as I spoke, though there were still half a dozen feet between us when I stopped. “You wouldn’t want the real me,” he said dully, the emotion fading out of his voice. “Try me,” I suggested as I took a few more steps toward him."



