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222 pages, ebook
First published March 17, 2015
“I’m like you,” I repeated.(…)
“You’re like me how? What are you talking about?”(…)
Fuck. Fucking fuck. I’d never said it out loud. I’m not even sure I ever said the words in my head. But I needed to. I was a twenty-two-year-old man. Time to act like one. Own up.
I took a deep breath, and I willed that roller coaster over the crest. “I’m gay.”
“This was us. Landry and me. Together in a way I’d dreamed about more times than I could imagine. It was more than just the feeling of being inside him, it was the feeling that being with him, this way, was right. His head thrown back. His legs and stomach quivering with effort. His lips red and shiny. We were always meant to do this. This had always meant to be us.”
Now I was the only one who could bring Landry back from the brink. When his nerves sent his mind into a tailspin or his anger lit a fire in his gut, I’d grab his hair and slam our foreheads together, forcing him to use me as his anchor.
“It’s like he’s here,” Landry said, eyes soft. I squeezed his hand. “He is here. And he’s smiling.”
“You’ve always had your hooks in my heart. You just finally let me into yours.”
“I get that, and I deserve it. But I’m telling you, Landry Jacobs, I have loved you, I do love you, and I will love you for the rest of my life. And if you can’t believe that yet, I’ll spend every minute of our lives proving it to you.”
"I wouldn't change it, you know. The girls, the other boys, everything we experienced before this moment. Because that was all wrong. And I think we needed to feel what was wrong to know what's right."
"Mom created a home where I couldn't tell her what I am. Couldn't be it. Could barely think it. And you created a relationship where I knew you were just waiting for me to be myself."
I reacted on instinct and grabbed Landry’s hair, pressing our foreheads together while I clamped my other hand where his neck met his shoulder. I stared into his eyes and willed his breath to match mine. He gripped my wrist and locked onto my stare. I didn’t say anything, but kept myself present in order to bring him back from the brink, anchor him to the ground before he took flight. The taunts from the kids faded into the background until the words were white noise, and the only sounds were our breaths.
We didn’t talk because there were no words to say, nothing to describe the moment where we grew from boys who were best friends to men who were lovers.