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239 pages, Paperback
First published May 15, 2017
"There is no script. You don't get to rehearse being in love."
Something about his connection with Trey - though every bit as ephemeral - struck some deep place in his psyche he hadn't known was crying out to be loved. Trey seemed to hunger for a lightness that Ryan found easy to give - and Trey gave him back depths he didn't recognize in himself until Trey pointed them out.
Something about his connection with Trey—though every bit as ephemeral—struck some deep place in his psyche he hadn’t known was crying out to be loved. Trey seemed to hunger for a lightness that Ryan found easy to give—and Trey gave him back depths he didn’t recognize in himself until Trey pointed them out.


"I wasn't streaking. I met someone," he began. "I know you don't understand, because you're a monk."
"I am not a monk." Mason's nostrils flared.
"Asexual, then. Whatever." Ryan waved it away.
"Don't use words you don't understand. Keep talking."
"It's harder for women, like it is for black guys."
Mason's head came up at that. "What do you know about--"
"Ali needs to let got sometimes, but she never knows when to stop. I was there to protect her. That's what friends do."
"You can't even decide if you're gay or straight. He doesn't need to be dragged into your identity crisis du jour."
"I'm neither. I'm not gay, and I'm not straight. It's pretty fucking simple. I'm bisexual. And you know what, Mason? You of all people should know what it's like."
"So it's true? You're straight?" David smirked now. "We all wondered."
"I'm not...anything. I don't date in the business. Not really."