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460 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 8, 2017
Something inside Xandder snapped - he could almost see it, and it was a tiny, red-hot rubber hand. "Hai. Take off your clothes, all of them, Skylar-san, onegaishimasu." When Skylar only stared at him, he clapped his hands twice. "Hayaku."
"I think I'd appreciate your skivvies." Skylar cleared his throat. "And...a sock for myself. Ku..Kud..."
"Kudasai."
"A sock, kudasai."
"Do you know what I wish?" Skylar held Xander's hand tight as he looked up at the falling leaves. "I wish we could stand like this in Japan, under real chery trees. Ones in bloom."
"We have real cherry trees in the United States, you know."
"The ones in Japan feel more real, somehow."
Xander smiled. "Then let's make it a vow. Someday we'll stand under cherry blossoms in Japan."
Skylar smiled back, and there was only weariness, no more shadows in his face now. "It's a promise."
[...] but mostly the college was a bunch of rich white people, a handful of people of color, and an explosion of Japanese culture that made no sense when you looked at it from the outside.
Man looked. Whether they were dating or not, looking for a partner or not - they looked. It wasn't cheating or offensive, or it wasn't intended to be. It simply was. Xander would lie in hot coals for one kiss from Skylar, one brush of his fingertips on his naked chest, but if the right guy walked by post-workout without a shirt, it would take willpower not to steal a glance and file images away for the spank bank.






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"You're not grouchy. You're reserved. You're not antisocial. You're shy."
"He's not turning you into anything. He's only chipping away your stone and showing you what's already there."
"There are definitely people who feel they must run around and police the way everyone else speaks about themselves, who think there's a right and wrong way to be queer and gay and gray and everything that isn't straight cisgender. Me, I'd rather ignore the arguments and paint, but I do prefer to know how individual people identify, and I try to get it right when I talk to and about them, because it's polite. Beyond that, I figure, none of my business."
"This world is a nightmare full of pain. You found someone you can make beauty with. Don't question how it happens or worry you aren't doing it the right way. Call yourself demi, or an ace or gray or refuse to take a name. Call yourself the man who loves Xander Fairchild, the grumpiest, most antisocial a**hole who ever lived. The one who made Xander love someone back."
