Meet Me in the Blue (Hemlock Harbor, #1)

by A.M. Johnson

“Then this will be our blue hour, Rook.” His smile spread wide as he turned to look at me. “This will always be our time.”

It had been five years since I’d seen Luka Abrams. Five years of feeling lost without a compass.

Each breath, each beat of my heart, it was like I could feel him there waiting, and as I broke through to the small clearing, I saw him. A man I didn’t recognize stood with his back to me, his eyes on the sky. The tattoos peeking out from under his damp cotton t-shirt were new, his bleach-blond hair was new too. My heart drummed inside my chest, but I was surprised to find it wasn’t in anger, but relief. So much relief. “Meet me in the blue,” I said. “I’ll always be here.”

He’s straight, Nora. He’s just a friend. He’s not into me like that. I can’t keep hoping. He loves you. He’s waiting. He’s confused. He’s here. He’s yours.

But you… you’re like the sun, I can feel you from millions of miles away.”

“I’ve known you both since you were little boys with Kool-Aid-stained lips and grass stains on your knees. He loves you.”

“And I don’t care about whatever sexuality is what. Sometimes love is just love.”

Luka and I were like two rivers, raging toward the same open sea, and there wasn’t a thing in this world, not death or distance or time, or even my own naivety that would keep us apart.