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First published October 17, 2022
“This is real, Quaid. You and me. Yes, it’s only been a month, and I know we haven’t found our groove. We are perfectly imperfect, but there isn’t a day that goes by that I regret asking you out to dinner. I don’t regret making this commitment to you and shedding my old life. This is far better.”
For that moment, that night, we existed in a bubble with feelings too big to express. Our relationship wasn’t without flaws, but that made it real. We were willing to work through our issues instead of giving up at the first sign of trouble. We would be stronger because of it.
“I’m serious, Quaid. When I say let me know how it goes, I mean it. Stop avoiding my calls and ignoring my texts. Stop pretending you’re fine when you aren’t. You know, the benefit of having a boyfriend means you can lean on me if you need to. This is a heavy weight. I can’t put myself in your shoes and know how it feels, but I can be there for you if you let me.”
“Here’s something you should know about Quaid. He’s afraid to let himself be vulnerable. He thinks he needs to act a certain way or people won’t respect him, which means he isn’t always forthcoming about the things he likes. He hides his true feelings behind thick walls. He’s got this warped idea that people in the department can’t see past his sexuality, so he’s afraid to let anyone see the parts of himself he thinks are cliché and make him stand out as a gay man, like his musicals and love for romance novels. He puts on a front and hides things he sees as weaknesses even when they’re not. He needs a man who will let him be his true self. You gave him a tiny taste of that freedom tonight with those tickets. It’s a good start.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Quaid. I can’t believe you’re mine. All mine. I don’t want anyone else.”
Everything I’d built and fought so hard to keep was gone.
“You know what I like about us?” I asked as I pulled away, fixing his shirt collar and adjusting his tie so it sat straight. “We’ve done well at keeping the lines of communication open. When I’m being an ass, you tell me I’m being an ass. When you’re grumpy, I tell you you’re grumpy. We don’t sugarcoat it. We never have. Let’s not lose that. When you aren’t fine, tell me you aren’t fine. I don’t expect you to always be fine, and there will be many days in the future when I’m the one who’s not fine, and I’ll need you to hold me up. It’s called compromise, Quaid. You don’t need to be a hero. You don’t need to take this all on yourself. Most importantly, I will not fly out the door the minute things between us aren’t perfect.”
A stitch of worry appeared between his brows. “I’m not pushing you away, am I?”
“No.”
He didn’t look like he believed me.
“Bring those sexy lips over here so I can kiss them.”
He nodded at the paper bag. “Is that for me too?”
“Yes, but I make no promises it’s edible.”
When Quaid peeked inside, his face brightened. “A muffin. What kind is it?”
“I don’t freaking know. Li Mei picked it. Some sort of hemp seed, flax and almond, walnut juice, omega, gluten-free, bullshit paleo, sawdust, hippie date bran, banana, carrot, avocado grass, and dirt disgustingness.”
“You’re making that up.”
“I’m not.”
“It sounds amazing.”
“You need therapy.”

“[…] You’re allowed to feel emotional and vulnerable and angry and sad. Stop hiding from me, Quaid. Stop saying you’re fine when you aren’t. Stop trying to prove yourself because you think I wouldn’t like you otherwise.”
“You are worthy, and I’m not going anywhere. I will tell you every day until you believe me”
“We were willing to work through our issues instead of giving up at the first sign of trouble. We would be stronger because of it.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Quaid? Do you know how incredibly attracted to you I am?”
I couldn’t speak. I chased his mouth, wanting his kiss, but he denied me.
His grip on my jaw tightened. “Listen to me.” His hand below moved with purpose. “You. Are. So fucking beautiful. Inside and out. Mind. Body. Soul. Never forget that.”
“You are worthy, and I’m not going anywhere. I will tell you every day until you believe me.”
COME THE FUCK OOON 😩🫠
“i love kissing you,” he said dreamily.
“i would say the same, but you taste like those shitty-ass muffins, and i’m questioning my life choices.”
… aslan fucking slays me in the best way possible ✋😭


“why do you keep saying that?”
“what?”
“‘all the rage.’ nobody says that anymore.”
“it’s my new thing. saying it’s ‘all the rage’ is all the rage.”
he [quaid] didn’t want to, but a poorly hidden smirk leaked to the surface. “you’re such an idiot.”
“and yet you still wanted to go out with me.”
“i think we have a lot of potential, quaid. we’re gonna be all right.”
“i hope so. i want to make this work.”
“me too.”