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307 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 22, 2022
“And for the record,” I said, brushing my thumb over his lips. “My life… I started living it when I met you.”
“Aiden, you have to want this, want us, want your own life. The whole life is too short saying isn’t some overused platitude. It’s the fucking point.” His kiss was gentle, and I leaned into it, into him. “Live your life… and for the record, that’s all I’d ever want for you to do.”
“It took me a second to get back on track, but not once did I ever stop trying to figure out a way to come back to you.”
“Every day I’m grateful for pushy roommates and awkward massages.”
“And clumsy run-ins.”
“And The Head and the Heart.”
“And you...”
“And us…” he said, resting the tip of his nose to my temple, and I took a deep breath knowing my home was his too.
In a crowded bar, in a sea of people, it would only be me and him. It was private, and like always, it was “Cleopatra.” It was peanut butter and grape jelly. It was two years on a rooftop. It was sex and skinny dipping. It was sun-warmed sheets and holding hands. It was endless studying and laughter. It was guitar strings and calloused fingertips. It was us.
I drew stars on his hips so I could wish for him to stay.
We both pushed our way toward each other, each step a heavy heartbeat, each second too long, until the first hot tear hit my cheek, and strong arms gathered around my waist, under my guitar bag, and he was mine again.
In a crowded bar, it would only be me and him. It was peanut butter and grape jelly. It was two years on a rooftop. It was sex and skinny dipping. It was sun-warmed sheets and holding hands. It was endless studying and laughter. It was guitar strings and calloused fingertips. It was us.