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317 pages, ebook
First published December 30, 2014
He could still feel that train coming, the long, low moan of its horn rolling ahead of it, warning, warning, that it couldn’t slow down. Not for anything.
Reese pulled Tom’s head down until their mouths pressed together in a kiss that shifted from "Hello there, sailor" to "Fuck me now" in seconds.
“I wanted that like I couldn’t breathe without it. That’s why I came back.”The rest of the book is the somewhat-angsty tale of how two young men with significantly less than no reason to trust, slowly begin to bond and earn one another's trust.
“That? Right there?” Tom paused, hand on the doorknob, and looked over his shoulder. “Not one jock has ever done that. Ever.”
“Made someone stop when they were hurting me. That’s different.”
Reese on Tom spending at least some of Christmas with Reese & his (awesome) dad:Eventually Tom's personal demons eventually tear them apart and he runs to Cash, his loud, abrasive track mate and only true friend, for shelter.
“We make a lot of compromises for each other, you and I. This one isn’t mine.”
“Well, then don’t be all I love you but I can’t be with you, goodbye on the fucking phone, Romeo. That shit’ll make people worry.” He sat up straight and stared at Tom, eyes narrowing. “Not me, of course. I was like, 'whatevs', when your boy called me and told me I maybe wanna keep an eye on you."
...he could feel it in Reese’s skin, in his bones, in the way his spine curved against Tom’s belly that it wasn’t too late. He could still catch up.
The light lit up Reese like a halo as they smiled at each other.The book was slightly angsty, funny and a good amount of sexy, with tons of *feels*, so I really enjoyed it from start to finish.
“I love you.” It was easy to say. Now.
Tom had learned that it mattered. Saying the words. The words weren’t enough, in and of themselves, and actions mattered too, but after Reese had sat him down and explained a few things, he got it better about it. And, learning how the words lit Reese up like a candle, he’d started to look for it. That bright shiny glow, the curve of a lip, how Reese blinked slowly just once, the dozen ways he practically shivered with happiness when Tom said it.
“Love you too.” His boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and Tom dropped his box to the side with a thud just in time to brace himself as Reese walked right into him and backed him up against the wall. For a little guy, he could growl like a bear. “God. I’ll love you right up against this wall.”
He could give Reese space in which to find his way closer to Tom, this strange dance they were doing - waltzing in the dark without a partner, wondering if each was ever going to bump into another lonely dancer.
Tom didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he knew it was back in Western Mass, in a quiet room behind a door that was always closed, and he wouldn't find it unless he went back home and asked for it.
Even if what he'd had hadn't been all that great in retrospect, seeing as how everyone and everything had disappeared so swiftly, slipping through his grasping hands like smoke. It hadn't been real, any of it, his friends, his towering feeling of walking the world as if a golden light shone down on him and there was nothing he couldn't do. None of it had been real. But the hollow ache in him, for how easy everything had been, when now it was all so fucking hard, all the time, made the tears run hot again from the corners of his eyes.
Because no mere boy could stay standing against the storms that had battered this guy, stay standing and fight the good fight day after goddamn day, when simply showing up was winning a battle to say that this space belonged to him too.
The pillow was wet under his temples. He didn't move his hand to wipe his eyes. Tom stared at the dark head in front of him, wondering how this kid was so much braver than he would ever be.