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267 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 13, 2018









“Without the alcohol fueling him, Blue was perfectly all right with just being friends. That was just that. And to hell with how it made me feel.”

“I’m not willing to change my life that way. I have plans, Kel, and this is nowhere near those plans. Eventually I want to get married. Have kids. You know how important family is for me.”

“I don’t want fucking to end our friendship. Us sleeping together is a bad idea. And maybe… maybe we shouldn’t do it again.”




I was a walking,talking cliche--the gay man secretly pining for his straight best friend.











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"[...]This was fairly anticlimactic."
My mother blinked at me. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"
"I need a story, Ma. This is not a good coming-out story." I raised an eyebrow. "They're going to take my gay card for this. I hope you're happy."
"I'm in the NFL. You know how people are. That would be making a statement that I'll never be willing to make."
I've already figured out what I want. It's time for you to do the same."
Something amazing happens in your world when the person you think is crazy special thinks you're kind of special too.
Sometimes the heart just wanted what the heart wanted, and to hell with the consequences.
Family could be awkward, but you stayed.


There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A letdown*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Despite my bitterness about the subject, deep down inside, I think I was waiting on the fantasy, still hoping for the impossible. And I wasn’t willing to compromise. I sighed inwardly. I was as delusional and optimistic as any Disney princess. It was going to look fantastic on my eHarmony profile. I’d use Snow White as my fucking avatar. She found seven men. Surely I could scrounge up one.

“No one treats my brother like that.”
“You’re right,” I said. “But people only treat you how you allow them to. One of my favorite quotes growing up was from Eleanor Roosevelt. Remember? I had it on my door. Mom had it made into a poster. I guess now I know why. She understood what I was up against before I ever did.”
“You kept that thing up there until the decal peeled and the letters went white.” Kennedy shook her head and recited, “‘No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.’”



I checked under the throw pillows and between the couch cushions, and she scowled. “What’re you looking for?”
“Someone who gives a rat’s ass about your opinion.”
I should’ve known he was lying to me. Mostly because Bel Biv Devoe had it right—never trust a big butt and a smile.
“How long have you been in love with him?” Connor asked.
I finally shrugged. “It’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t.”
“Messy road, that is.” He took a sip of his drink. “Or do you really believe in that gay-for-you nonsense?”
I worked my jaw. That’s exactly what it was. Nonsense. Despite that, I found myself asking, “You don’t think someone can… turn?”
“Sure. Into vampires, zombies, and the like”—his mouth kicked up on one side—“which is just about as likely.”
“Fuck. Forget I even said that.” I sighed. I was a little embarrassed to even voice the thought. I was a walking, talking cliché—the gay man secretly pining for his straight best friend. Ugh.
I wasn’t gay or bisexual. It was just that simple.
“You don’t get to play with me, Blue.” I wiped a hand over my mouth as though I could erase his taste from my lips, from my mind. I stabbed a finger in his direction. I was strong, and I was resolved, shaking finger be damned. “You don’t get to play with my feelings.”
“You’re afraid if you lose me, you’re going to lose your family, and that’s just not true.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
“Doesn’t it?” We stared at one another and had an entire angry conversation with eyes alone. “You tell me that you were feeling it the way I was feeling it, and I’ll let this whole thing go. Just tell me that.”
I could see the misery in his eyes as he swallowed. “I’m not willing to lose you over this. If this is what we have to do to make it work, then that’s fine by me. I can deal.”
“You can deal.” I laughed, and the sound was so bitter that we both winced. “I’m glad you can fucking deal with me wanting you.”
“You’re being so fucking dramatic. It’s sex. Just sex.”
When he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet I could barely hear him. “I’m in the NFL. You know how people are. That would be making a statement that I’ll never be willing to make.”
Part of me thinks I could fall in love with you. The other part of me knows I already have.



