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“What’s wrong with that?” He pokes ht

It’s al the door so hard, raduation-slash-summer kick-off party for all his old school friends, and I ot an invitation

Stephen Hastings… the love of my life

Ethan said he wouldn’t couys It looks like he was right

God, I’uy who doesn’t even know I exist? I’e wo my life

I just…

I hoped

With a sad exhale, h allup… Tall, lean, dark, wavy hair that looks like he never touches it, but it’s always just perfect He was on the rowing team with Ethan, and when he’d take off his shirt… holy shit, my core clenches at the memory of his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted arms… So muscular and tanned The lines in his sto

I’m ready to trade this beer for a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, curl up in my bed, and cry

He’s not co

Walking down the steps, away froe of the crohen my brother’s voice freezes my insides

“Stephen! Hell, I don’t believe it” Ethan laughs, and a few of the guys join in greeting him “Didn’t think you’d come”

“I didn’t either” Stephen’s low baritone tickles my lady bits, and I

turn slowly to look up at him

He’s wearing a broeed jacket over a white button-down shirt and dark jeans He hardly ever wears jeans, but shit, his ass is so fine in them He always seems just a bit ilow from under his dark brow