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256 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 6, 2012
“You’re older than me, John. Explain that to me. They say everything gets better with time. So why does it still hurt so bad to talk about him?”
“I’m not sure,” John said slowly. “I think, maybe, it’s partly because it does get better. You go along just fine, and you never think of them. You’re happy, life’s okay, and then when you do get reminded, it’s worse. Because you feel like you betrayed them. Like, how could you forget, how could you be okay, when they’re gone?”
Having another man’s mouth on his, another man’s dick in his hand or in his ass was just plain right. Loving another man satisfied him at a level that loving a woman never had. It fit. He was gay. He just didn’t know how he was going to tell that to his fifteen-year-old son.
Holy shit," John whispered, minutes later. "When you decide to go for something, you don't hold back.
Ryan leaned back a little, enjoying the secure arms around him. "You get all the benefit of my years of experience."
"With girls."
"Well, yeah."
We’re building a life.
"It was just like it had been. Except it wasn’t. There was that edge of tension that never went away. In the past, he might have bumped up against Ryan, if both of them were going for the fridge at the same time. Or he would have put out a hand to the man’s elbow, if some move shifted Ryan’s weight onto the bad leg wrong. Because the fool refused to use his cane around the house. Now, though, there was a careful few inches of space between them at all times. And yet he was always aware of exactly where Ryan was. And of wanting him."








