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170 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 18, 2016







"And then there was you."


"The perfect song? How do you define the perfect song?"
I found myself smiling at [Andrew]. "Don't overthink it, that's how. Discard all the technical crap, the parameters, the chords, whatever. Go by the feel. How it feels in here." I pressed my hand against my breastbone. "That song will stop me wherever I am."
“I’m gay. I like men. I like the feel of stubble. I like hard muscles, not soft feminine skin. I love dick. I like sucking it and being fucked by it, but most of all, I love arse. So yes, I’m gay. Queer as a three-dollar bill.”~Spencer
"Somewhere, somehow, I’d let myself cross the line. And I hadn’t just merely stepped over it. Oh no. I’d crossed that line like Usain freakin’ Bolt."~Spencer


"You know why I do what I do?" I asked, looking at her. My words were thick with tears. "Emotional detachment. Distance and separation."
~Spencer






“He let go of my hand so he could put his arm around me, and he pulled me against him. That warm, safe place I hadn’t felt in years.
“N’then there was you,” I mumbled.


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Looking forward to next one*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“I’m gay. I like men. I like the feel of stubble. I like hard muscles, not soft feminine skin. I love dick. I like sucking it and being fucked by it, but most of all, I love arse. So yes, I’m gay. Queer as a three-dollar bill.”
