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257 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 3, 2024
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”Charlie: We’d struck a chord that first day at Randy’s and the note was still playing, growing louder. The taste of strawberry chapstick on his lips was a sweet promise of the carnal pleasures he had to offer.”
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"Charlie: He was the home I left behind, the easy laughs, and the sunny days. But he was also a piece of my past that welcomed my present with open arms and heart.
He was too good."
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"Charlie: “Hands up! FBI!!” Hal yelled as he stormed in holding Laurie’s hand. As usual, when they visited after work, he and his husband wore three-piece suits in sensible shades of gray.
“What happened?” Trent looked from us to the newcomers, raising his hands up slowly.
“Chill, I was just kidding.” Hal patted Trent’s shoulder.
“We call them the FBI because of how they dress.” Sabrina elbowed Laurie. “But we enjoy having our lawyer boys at parties. They’ll loosen their ties soon enough. This is Hal and Laurie.”
“I’m Trent.” Trent shook hands with them as they sat next to us on the sofa. “I sense a story there.”
“Oh yeah, and it’s a fun one.” Laurie said, smoothing his smartly-cut hair back."
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"Charlie: “You have uncovered my evil plan, Detective.” I waved a hand in a grandiose gesture and reveled in Trent’s joyous laughter. “So you brought coffee and snacks, but expect me to go straight to fuckeroo, my Cupcake?”."
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"Charlie: “How are you doing?” I poked Trent’s front bulge with the back of my hand.
He gasped, but stayed in place. “This evil device accumulates the horniness and now it’s even stronger. I need your help, Charlie.”
“What kind of help?” I crossed my arms and propped a hip against the counter.
He danced his fingers down my forearm to my hand. “Make me feel like before. Like I’m yours.”."
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😵💫 ■ "Trent: The uncanny magic of eyeliner was that it made everyone hotter, but holy shit, did it look fantastic on Charlie. The rockstar smudge accentuated his deep brown eyes that reflected the overhead lights, and his red-tipped black hair, messily styled, matched the black t-shirt and red suspenders hanging at the sides of his jeans." 🤤
🤧 ■ "Charlie: “You’re my Charlie?” His whisper was quiet.
“Yeah. I’m just living as my true self now.” Would he understand?
Tears welled in his eyes, and I panicked.
“I’m so sorry, Trent, please let me explain.” Air whooshed out of me as he crushed me to his chest. Geez, the dude could collapse my lungs if he squeezed harder. I patted his back and breathed through my nose. His citrusy cologne and the warmth of his body invoked memories of us sitting on his porch and eating oranges, then riding bikes to the park with our hands sticking to the handlebars.
The wheeze that came out of me was involuntary and Trent let go of me, holding me at arm’s length.
“I missed you. For over a decade, I wondered what happened to you. One day you told me your dad got a better job in the city, and the next thing you were gone."
🥵🛁🧼🧽🌡■ "Charlie: Trent’s eyes on my body, the scars and tattoos. The lust in his expression was the most affirming gender care I could have dreamed of.
I took Trent’s hand and put it on my chest. “You can touch me, Cupcake.”
He towered over me, so much taller and bigger, but he didn’t loom. On the contrary, he looked at me for guidance.
“Wherever I want?”
“Yes. I’ll stop you if it’s something I don’t like.”
He nodded, his gaze full of wonder as he traced his fingertips over the guitar tattoo that spanned from my shoulder to my forearm."🥵🌡🔥
😍 ■ "Charlie: Sharing my songs for the first time with someone whose opinion mattered to me was scary and intimate.
And that’s why I wanted to share it with Trent so much."
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■ "Trent: ...It was light, like grass after rain, reminding me of our time sitting in the tent in the backyard when it was pouring. He had understood me then, accepted the chubby kid who could never get an A on any test, but could talk a mile-a-minute about some random NBA game.
He pulled away and held my face in his hands. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, the lyrics touched me on a deep level. I know you probably sing about different struggles, but your words hit me.”
“That’s what music is made for. If it resonates with you, then the meaning is as you interpreted it. It’s a bit shit that it’s true for so many people, though.”🥺