What do you think?
Rate this book


136 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 13, 2013
I wanted them to know about the person who challenged me, who drove me crazy, who made me laugh. Who loved me.

Goodnight, Tom. WYWH.
I had to Google what the acronym was, and before I could reply, another message came through. Did you just Google that?
Little smart ass. Shut up. You wouldn't have to wish I was there if you moved in with me. I sighed. Goodnight Cooper.
Goodnight Tom. ILY.
Just as I smiled at my phone another message came through. That means I love you.


"I loved him, this man who was half my age and twice as strong as me. I’d never loved him more."
“Move in with me, Cooper. I want to go to sleep with you. I want to wake up next to you. Every day. I want to live with you. I want to know everything about you. I want you to show me how you see the world.” Then I added, “I want to show you things like the different architecture all around the world, all the amazing places. I want to share that with you. You are perfect for me, Cooper.” I sat back on my haunches and shrugged. “You’ve changed me, and I don’t want to live without you.”


"It's a Gen Y thing."
"It's a Cooper Jones thing."
...we could prove to them that we were serious. It wouldn't be easy, it would take patience and understanding, and it could very well take years.
But he was worth it. WE were worth it.
I loved him, this man who was half my age and twice as strong as me.

Thomas Elkin and Cooper Jones finally have the support of their families together, and their love grows stronger every day. Now living together, they thought nothing could stand in their way.
But there are outside influences trying to pull them apart.
Cooper encounters a man, closer to his age and with connections high up the property development chain. Tom encounters discrimination and a hidden agenda from a fellow senior-partner.
No matter what the world throws at them, Tom and Cooper are the real deal. Age differences aside, Tom has finally found his sense of place. His one true center, his home.
‘He just knew, He knew exactly what I needed, and he gave it to me without question.’
”You're such little shit,” I mumled.
“It's a Gen Y thing,” he said cheerfully.
“It's a Cooper Jones thing.” Then I added, “It's a pain in the ass thing.”
“You love pain in the ass thing.”
["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

”If gender doesn’t matter, then neither should age.”
”Remind me again why my boyfriend is twenty-two?”
“Because I was born twenty-two years after you, my dear forty-four-year old boyfriend,” he said cheerfully. “And because I’m amazing.”
“You’re a little shit,” I mumbled. “And don’t blame it on Gen Y. It’s all you.”

“I know it’s a Gen Y thing to want everything yesterday, but some things take time.”
He sighed and was quiet for a little while. Then he looked at me curiously. “What generation are you anyway?” he asked.
“Generation X,” I answered.
“You had to Google that, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted with a laugh.
“So if I’m Gen Y and you’re X, then together we are the chromosome code for male,” he mused.
“Yes, I am X marks the spot, and you are the dear God, why, why, why.”
“Fucking hell, Tom,” he deadpanned. “We need to work on your jokes.”

