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275 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 13, 2021
Ethan knocks on the door frame, balancing a plate. At my nod, he comes in and settles it between us on the bed. It’s full of halved scones spread with jam and dollops of cream.But Ethan was ridiculously nice and easy to talk to, not to mention *hot*, so the boys bonded pretty quickly, helping to move Fin past his dour mood and putting Ethan into Fin's BFF / crush zone.
I pick one up and grumble, “I’m supposed to hate you, Ethan.”
His dimple pops. “I mean, you can always try to.”
Ethan frowns and instead of covering himself up, stares at his dick.
He looks up at me. “Ahakoa he iti he pounamu.” It’s the Māori proverb I taught him last week, although perhaps the context isn’t exactly . . . appropriate. Although it is small, it is a treasure.
It’s the hardest I’ve ever laughed in my life.

I lean my head against the glass and laugh hollowly. “You’re going to read it. You’re going to act it.”“Fin—”“And I’m going to watch and pretend they’re not dreams I wish would come true
"Because in his mind , that part of us is over. He doesn’t wallow in it like I do . He’s just made it a rule to move on."
"I whisper, “Why are you here, Ethan?”
He glances over my shoulder, to all of greater Mansfield.
His voice is a whisper. “I’m afraid. I want to sleep with you.”
“You have a nightlight.”
He looks at me and joins me at the rail.
“There’s something I’m far more afraid of than the dark, Fin.”"
We’re a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions, Ethan. You can hate someone and still very much love them
“We pick and choose memories to support the narrative we’re living in.”

“I’m supposed to hate you, Ethan.”
His dimple pops. “I mean, you can always try to.”

