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Aaron Hall n’a jamais été capable de rester fidèle envers la moindre femme, et d’aussi loin qu’il se souvienne, il en a toujours fréquenté deux en même temps. Il y a peu, sa maîtresse a trouvé où il vivait, est venue frapper à sa porte... et c’est sa petite amie qui a ouvert. Maintenant qu’il les a perdues toutes les deux, il lui reste un prêt hypothécaire qu’il n’a pas les moyens de rembourser.
Vinnie Rosello a besoin de faire des changements dans sa vie : dégoter un meilleur boulot, arrêter de dépenser tout son fric dans l’alcool, se trouver un petit ami sérieux... et quitter la maison de maman et papa.
Ils emménagent donc ensemble, et bien qu’Aaron ait quelques préjugés sur les gays et que la famille de Vinnie lui manque, tous deux trouvent du réconfort dans leur amitié. C’est un arrangement parfait, jusqu’au jour où tout change entre eux.
Vinnie tombe amoureux d’Aaron et Aaron est choqué de découvrir qu’il partage ses sentiments. Il n’y a qu’un problème : il est toujours hétéro. Il va devoir apprendre à surmonter sa peur des étiquettes sociales s’il veut arriver à aimer l’homme qui a capturé son cœur.
297 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 21, 2016
[Aaron] looked down and nodded . . . . "I want you to help me fight my feelings if I feel like I want to go with a girl. I don't know what you can do, because since we've been together, I haven't really felt a great need to be with a girl. "
"You mean you feel gay now?"
[Aaron's] face brightened . . . "No. See? . . . I'm straight. I'm definitely straight. I can feel it. I still feel the attraction to girls . . . I want to be with you, even if it means people think I'm gay. I don't mind. I'd do that for you . . . But I don't know how strong the attraction to a woman will be if I start getting itchy feet."
I had a vague idea of a plan. There were four parts to the equation. Employment, living circumstances, financial savings, and boyfriend. I needed to find a new job—one with career prospects—move out of my father’s house, stop drinking my pay each weekend, and find a boyfriend.
I’m not gay. I don’t mind if you think I am. But just so we’re clear? I’m not gay.
I have no problem with being gay. My best friend, Liam, admitted he liked guys—and boy, it took him years to realize that—and I have no difficulty with it. However, just because I don’t have a problem with gay, that doesn’t mean that I am. It’s fine to be gay.
I mean, I respect LGBT people’s sexuality, so they can respect mine. And my sexuality is straight. 100 percent of the time.
Or maybe 99 percent.

Yes. I was such a good friend that I even researched what the Kinsey Scale was. Mr. Kinsey was a pretty progressive guy, for his time. He published most of his work before my parents were born, but his studies helped me understand my best friend, Liam. Until the previous year, I’d always thought Liam was like me—completely straight. What Kinsey called a zero.
The biggest problem was that it didn’t feel gay. When Vinnie was blowing me, or when we were rubbing together, it was just me and Vinnie. It wasn’t two guys. It wasn’t gay. It was just me and Vinnie. Like watching TV together was me and Vinnie. Taking turns in cooking and then cleaning up the kitchen together was me and Vinnie. Arguing about my obsession with my lawn was me and Vinnie.
It seemed like a natural extension of our platonic relationship.
I reached down to cup Vinnie’s balls and dick. Despite the fact that I wasn’t gay and that Vinnie wouldn’t be winning any size championships with his dick, I enjoyed what he had. The women’s magazines had been spouting headlines like “Size doesn’t matter, it’s what he does with it” for years. But somehow men didn’t get the message. I was finally appreciating the smaller things in life.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s when it started. He’s not bothering with the girls at the moment. He’s taking a break.”
“So is he gay, then? Bi? Pan?” Shane asked.
I shook my head. “No. Definitely still straight.”
“I don’t have a label that fits, Vinnie. I’m not gay. If I could honesty say that I’m gay, or even bi, then it would be so much easier. But I can’t. I don’t know what I am. But I’m hot for you. I’m horny for you.”
“So you’re going to be gay for me?” he asked with a smile.




..."Oh, so you're gay?"
"Not really. But I'm going to be gay with Vinnie. Okay? I love him, and if loving him means I'm gay, then I'll be gay"
"I love you Aaron. And yes, I will help you. I'll be here and listen with an open mind if you say you're struggling with the gay stuff or the same sex attraction or whatever. Because loving you is easy, so I guess I have to take the bad stuff with the good. It would be easier if you're gay, but I know that you're not. You're Aaron. And whether you're straight or not, you're the guy I love"
