More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
But the worst thing by far is realizing that for years I’ve thought the tension between Anton and me came from a place of resentment. It turns out it’s because I want to fuck Anton Hayes.
Entitled, eccentric, and egotistical. The three Es that make Ezra who he is.
Ezra has always rubbed me the wrong way, and now, for the first time ever, he’s finally rubbing me exactly the way I need.
Anton drops to his knees and flips his hat so it’s on backward, and my legs buckle.
OH
His voice stays steady, but I don’t miss the nervous way he swallows. It makes me want to protect him or some shit, which is new.
“Why do I always need to remind you who you belong to?”
His pouty face is pouty. I poke his cheek. “Are you sulking?” “She thought you were hot.” “And?” “And? You’re mine.”
“You’re not a fuckboy, but you act like one because deep down you don’t want to feel the rejection your parents inflicted on you your whole life. You treat people as disposable so they can’t do it to you first.”
I make it deliberately hard for people to love me, and I sabotage when they’re getting too close. It’s easier than them being disappointed by who I really am. But Anton sees. And he’s not disappointed.
The thing is, I don’t want to rein him in. I don’t want to change him. He’s light. He’s attention. People are drawn to him and his larger-than-life personality. I want to wind him up and watch him fly, then be the safe place where he can land. The one he always comes back to.
You know things are bad when Ezra is the voice of reason.
Boyfriends who win Stanley Cups together stay together.
