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213 pages, ebook
First published July 7, 2015
Axel had become everything to me. My friend. My savior. My crush.
Laying my hands on him felt like coming home. He felt like mine.
Axel had walked into my life holding a basketball when I was eight. And without even knowing it, he’d made my life at home more bearable.
He tasted of everything I ever wanted. His tongue slid warm and wet across mine, and I wrapped my arms around him to get as close as I could.
Axeldental to Caxtastrophe: I’m sorry. I’m sorry that’s how it is, and I’m sorry I made you talk about it. And I’m really sorry that there isn’t some way we can spend time together. But at least I understand now why we can’t.
Before Axel came to Henning, I’d only suspected that my life sucked. Now I knew that it truly did.
The trust we had for each other was like a cocoon surrounding the bed.
[Cax] What does a guy wear to a place called The Shaft? I'm picturing leather pants and a dog collar.
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[Axel] I'm wearing jeans and a T-Shirt. I figure the collar is optional.
"So if I came here alone tonight, I'd probably play some pool." He tipped his head toward the tables in the corner. "But at the end of the night, I'd probably leave alone. Unless there was some super chill, charming guy who made me feel both safe and excited. And he looked like a cross between Zac Efron and Channing Tatum."
I laughed. "Good luck with that."
He leaned one of his gorgeous cheekbones onto his palm and smiled at me. "That's how I think of you, though."
"Uh, Boz?"
"Yeah?"
"Women's volleyball isn't really my thing. Actually, women aren't really my thing."
His monobrow furrowed. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." I braced myself for a clarifying slur or a fit of disgust.
"You mean..."
You're a faggot, is what I thought he would say next.
"You mean I can have volleyball and maybe also cheerleading?"
"Who's your favorite Avanger?" Scotty asked.
It took me a second to realize that I was the target of the question, because the kid's eyes never left the screen. "Thor," I said quickly.
"Not Iron Man? Really? Why?"
"I like his, um, hammer," I said, then inwardly snickered. Thor was my favorite because I wanted to lick Christ Hemsworth's sixpack. But the kid didn't need to know that.
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"I love you, you know. Even if I’m not supposed to."
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"I’ve always wanted you. And this might be our only chance."
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'Laying my hands on him felt like coming home. He felt like mine.'
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