Like Real People Do (Breakaway #1)

by E.L. Massey

The past is a powerful force,

“And on the eighth day,” Cody intones, eerily similar to the pastor at Cody’s church back home, “the Lord made hockey asses. And Eli felt one. And it was good.” “Hallelujah,” Eli agrees.

He used to dream about this. About a “someday” in the vague and distant future. Where someone would love him as much as he loved them. And that’s— Well. That’s definitely what’s happening here.

“I was so lonely before you. Except I didn’t even realize I was lonely. I thought that was the way I was supposed to be.”