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242 pages, ebook
First published September 2, 2016
"Did that just happen?" Isaac asked as they headed upstairs. "Your landlady ... she's like eightysomething. And unless I'm wrong, she dressed up in her husband's suits and pretended to be a boy so they could have bi threesomes in a booth at whatever a boy's club is."
"Sounds like it," Laurent agreed.
"You don't even seem surprised," Isaac said . . . .
Laurent shrugged. "No one's all that normal, no matter what they look like or how old they are."
"You put on cologne."
"Duh. It was a date. You put on a dress shirt," Isaac countered.
"I didn't tuck it in, though."
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Blue-haired warrior angel*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I was trying to come up with some way to say thank-you for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you and Max have kids someday. You’d be a great father.� Isaac pulled away and smiled at his coach. “Believe me. I know.�
Misha’s dark eyes went suspiciously bright, and he blinked rapidly. He mumbled something in Russian and then ducked away.
“See? I’m good for you. I make you like things you didn’t before. Like hockey and dick and marshmallows.�
“He said I shouldn’t let you touch me or I might turn into a fag that takes it up the ass.�
Isaac rolled his eyes. Spoken like a man who’s never had anyone show him how magical his prostate is. “Original. You hungry?�
Laurent stared at her, and then he started to cry. Having someone tell him “you deserve someone like Isaac� was the secret dream of his hidden heart, and he wasn’t sure how to handle hearing it spoken out loud.
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For the first time in his whole life, Laurent played the game out of love instead of hate. But it wasn’t his love of hockey that kept him focused in net.
Every time a puck came toward him and he made a save, he thought, “This is for Isaac.�
None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered to Laurent was keeping his promise to Isaac. And Laurent intended to make sure not a single goal was scored for the duration of their series with the Ravens.
For the first time in his whole life, Laurent played the game out of love instead of hate. But it wasn't his love of hockey that kept him focused in net.
”Hey, Saint.�
That nickname. He loved it, and he wasn't sure he could ever express to Isaac just how much. Of everything Isaac Drake had given him, a name he could be proud of was perhaps the thing that meant the most.
"I just don't want you to go anywhere."
"I'm not. I'm all yours. Caught in your net."
"When Isaac said those things to him, Laurent could feel the empty places made hollow by his father's cruelty as they filled up and mended into something whole.
"You look like you had a rough night."
"I got a shutout, Coach Samarin made my father go away, someone gave me comics, and people talked to me like a person.[...]It was the best night I 've had in a long time."
Laurent smiled. “I still don’t understand why you’re bothering with me,� he said, honestly. “I can’t be that hot that I’m worth all this effort. I’m a jerk, I don’t know if I’m attracted to you, and I have literally no idea how to behave around other people.�
“Well, first of all you are that hot. But believe me, that’s not enough. Not for a date, anyway,� Isaac said. “And I don’t know, Saint. I guess I just feel like somewhere in there, there’s somebody worth knowing.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who made me not want to be who I am. So look. Whatever you had to do to become that person, do you think I care? I live with someone every goddamn day who disgusts me, Isaac. Trust me. It’s not you.�
He held Isaac’s words close to him. He felt them seep into his blood and ease some of the coldness from a lifetime of his father’s disdain.
Having someone tell him “you deserve someone like Isaac� was the secret dream of his hidden heart, and he wasn’t sure how to handle hearing it spoken out loud.