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423 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 9, 2020
“I’m being a huge asshole. Again. I’m sorry.”I loved how complex all three of the main characters were. Spencer's walls of snark were hiding deep insecurities, while Connor's shy loneliness was severely holding him back, and Tim's facade of happy confidence was masking his own fears of his future.
“Is it…because of me?”
Spencer turned his head enough so one eye was visible. “Am I an asshole because of you? No. I’m an asshole because I’m an asshole.”
He buried his face in Tim’s shirt and cried.Aside from the feels, this story also contained tons and tons of spot-on dry humor, snark, and banter, so the more serious moments never seemed to get too heavy.
He cried for himself because Tim understood, but mostly he cried for Connor. Connor, who was joy and light and life and frustration and fear and anger and sarcasm and laughter and a million other indefinable things so many people never bothered to learn. He cried because so many people would rather he never existed because they couldn’t see him as anything other than a moral point to make where Tim just saw Connor.
He cried because, sometimes, there’s nothing else a person can do.
“Can we go now?” Connor called. A quick glance showed he still had his back turned, but his arms were still crossed, and his hip was cocked, and he was actually tapping his foot.
That’s so cute…
“Sickening, isn’t it? Like looking at four sleepy puppies kind of adorable.”
He smacked Tim’s ass again, just because he could, then grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
I’m in charge now, bitch.
He grimaced. Apparently, there was a definite upper limit to how dommy Spencer could be without feeling icky and uncomfortable.