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360 pages, ebook
First published July 28, 2015
Sarina Bowen is the 24-time USA Today bestselling and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary fiction, including: The Five Year Lie, the series, and the series. She's the co-author of and the with Elle Kennedy. And more!
“Our mouths fit together so perfectly. Every time we kiss, I fall even more in love with him, and it has nothing to do with sex or lust. It's him. His closeness and his scent and the way he soothes me.�
“Loved you every summer since I was thirteen years old. Love you even more now.�
"Here's the thing about family, Ryan...blood doesn't mean shit. You just need to surround yourself with people who do love you, and they become your family."
“Wes cackles. “Tell you what—let’s make a deal. It’s been a while since I had a steak dinner. You find me a steak, and I’ll subject myself to this concert.�
“Here, man.� I pretend to unbutton my fly.�
“Yeah? Hit me. What’s good about going gay?� I nudge him back under the table.
“W, dicks,� he says. “O.�
“O.�
“When I was a kid I collected hockey cards. They came in packs of ten with a lousy piece of gum that tasted awful. In every pack there’d be one good player—hopefully not a duplicate of a card I already had—and nine guys you’d never heard of. Those nine went in the bottom of my shoebox, where they waited. Every once in a blue moon one of those guys would rise in the ranks, but usually they 徱’t.
Fast forward ten years. To my agent, I’m one of those cards at the bottom of the shoebox.�
“Hell. I was like the serpent shoving the apple at Eve. Or rather the banana...�
“Swimming with a hard-on is extremely difficult. But maybe I should be thinking of my stiffy as a floatation device. Or an oar, because God knows it’s long and hard enough to single-handedly propel an entire fucking canoe.�
“Now I’m grinning in the dark. I hold him as close as I dare. Even if my entire life goes to shit before breakfast, I’ll always have this night.�
“Either way, my heart won’t be in it. My heart is back in Lake Placid. Or maybe in California. It goes wherever Jaime Canning goes.�
“The Hollys of the world are waiting to take him back. Some cute girl will catch his eye before the week is through, and a few months from now, today’s disaster will be just a bad memory.�
“You think I’m just going to—� He brushes his hands together as if dusting them off. “—go back to girls. Chalk this up as an experiment.�
Yeah, I think that, too.�
“He gives me a weak grin. “Sure. But…�
“But what?�
“W, I’ll never be able to give you everything you like.�
Jamie laughs at me. And then he kisses me. I lock my hands at the nape of his neck and tug him closer. Warm skin slides against mine, and I know I’m home. Because home is with him.
I hold him as close as I dare. Even if my entire life goes to shit before breakfast tomorrow, I’ll always have this night.
“Sorry,� I choke out. “We’re going to have to work something out. I love you, goddamn it.�
His breath hitches. “Yeah?�
“Fuck yeah. And I'm not letting you walk out of here.�
“Ever?� he teases, squeezing my hand. “That’s one way to prevent gossip.�
Wes’s face is still buried in my neck. I like it there. I wish he’d never leave.
“Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.�
“I have the same damn weakness I’ve always had� My weakness is him.�
“How do you apologize to someone for cutting them out of your life without so much as an explanation?�
“My life has been chaotic for as long as I can remember, and I always dealt with it alone. My parents� criticism, my confusion over my sexuality. But for six weeks every summer, I 徱’t have to be alone. I had Jamie, my best friend, my rock.�
“Life is just a little brighter, a little louder wherever Wes is.�
“Was I hiding something from myself? Or was there nothing to suppress?�
“Loved you every summer since I was thirteen years old. Love you even more now.�
Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.
My weakness is him.
Maybe one day a switch would suddenly go off and he'd be like, hmmm, I'm totally into Wes. Or maybe he would figure out he swings both ways and decide to take a walk on the dude side.
...what two guys stand around describing their perfect sexual partner? Did we wanter onto the set of Sex and the City? If so, I'm Samantha. Called it."
"You know actual character names from Sex and the City? Shit, if you hadn't told me you were gay, I would've figured it out just now.
We've been going at it every night like puck bunnies in heat this week. Pinch me. It's like a blowjob relay race around here. And we've gotten really good at passing the baton
What do you want?" I ask. And I need him to be specific. This is a very dangerous game we're playing. It will probably end in disaster. But if there's a way I can prevent that, I will.
He moves further onto the bed, making room for me. Then he beckons. And there isn't enough money, fame or fortune in the world to keep me from obeying.
"We're all just bags of charged atoms walking around bumping into each other. My electrons went seriously haywire for his tonight, though. Particles collided."
"Hot? Try scorching. Blistering. A goddamn inferno."Damn right it was! Light, sweet, a bit emotional and drama free reading. Perfect book for summer if you enjoy MM romance. Highly recommend!
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*My good decision*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.�
“My weakness is him.�
It’s been years since I was on the ice with Canning. He could have tightened up his game since then. He might not even have those particular weaknesses anymore.
I, on the other hand, do. I have the same damn weakness I’ve always had. It’s still there as I stare up at the big screen. As I watch Jamie Canning stop another dizzying slap shot. As I admire the grace and deadly precision with which he moves.
My weakness is him.
I’m a selfish bastard. Or maybe I’m a fucking masochist. Canning can’t give me what I want, but I still can’t stop myself from wanting it. I want whatever I can get—a conversation, a joke gift, a smile, anything. I might not be able to get the steak, but fuck it, I’m fine with some scraps.
I just� I just can’t let him go yet.
I’ll give him every fucking part of myself, serve it to him like a feast at a banquet.
Jamie Canning has no idea the kind of power he has over me.
I just pled guilty to assholery
in the first degree and practically
molestation. And he's worried
about a few texts.
It's too late to get away from it all
I'm done with running so I give in to you ..
You know actual character names
from Sex and the City? Shit,
if you hadn't told me you were gay,
I would've figured it out just now.
"I was the one acting like a douchecanoe?"
"Yes. Jesus, dude, the way you treated that guy,
you'd think he was carrying the Ebola virus."
Even if it's moving too fast,
Baby we should take it too far ..
He's silent for a beat.
I can tell he expected me to
go all chick on him and
demand we talk about last night.