Necking contests winners

May 9, 2010

Congratulations to our two winners!

Rebecca/ribbonpurple is the winner of the random drawing for the free eBook and Ralph G. is the winner of the trivia contest for the paperback. I’ll be contacting both of you regarding your prizes soon.

Thank you to everyone who participated and all of us at Dreamspinner Press hope you enjoyed the virtual party today!

– Julianne

Sleepwalking…in fiction and in real life, by Devon Rhodes

May 9, 2010

They say write what you know, and thus my short story in the Necking anthology, Neighbors By Day, Naughty By Night, was launched. It’s amazing what the subconscious can do, and I brought a lot of my own past experiences with sleepwalking into my story. Some readers may think: there’s no way someone could do that while asleep, but I’m living proof…check it out and decide for yourself!

Here is the blurb and an excerpt. Enjoy!

Normally, finding the hot neighbor in bed with your boyfriend would be the end, not the beginning, of a wonderful relationship.

Jason wakes up to find Marty in their bed, and it makes him wonder whether he’s made a big mistake in committing to Kevin. Marty’s mortified; he’s loved Jason from afar for years, but never had the courage to act on it. And Kevin is plotting something naughty that will give all three men what they’ve wanted all along….


Dawn gave way to morning, gradually and imperceptibly lightening the room. Jason rolled blindly toward still-sleeping Kevin to spoon up behind him, pressing his morning wood up against that perfect, unbelievably rounded ass as he ran a hand slowly down Kevin’s smooth flank. Kevin shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, arching back against Jason with a sexy subconscious rub. Jason stifled a groan as the counter-pressure had him bucking forward, his lassitude instantly evaporating. Feeling a slight prick of guilt for waking his night owl partner so early, he justified the green light to himself: since it was the weekend, they could go back to sleep afterwards.

He slid his hand around to search for Kevin’s cock. But instead of that gorgeous, stiff prick he was expecting to find, his hand hit….

Jason’s eyes flew open as adrenaline jolted through him.

Another ass?

What the fuck?



His name being hissed urgently and way too loudly in his ear brought Kevin swimming up into a semblance of awareness.

He attempted to respond but only managed to make a slightly inquiring noise buried in the back of his throat.

He must’ve drifted right back to sleep again, because an increasingly pissed sounding, “Kevin, wake the fuck up right now,” speared through an amazingly vivid dream he couldnt quite remember, something about a truck….

“Kev, the phone. If we go skiing…”

“Mmm hmm. Go to sleep, Marty.”


Marty wiggled and settled back into sleep in front of him, but behind him, Jase wasn’t being nearly as cooperative, puffing and panting like the bull on that Bugs Bunny matador episode, and sending off palpable waves of upset. He really needed to relax. Chill out, babe. Sleeping here.

Jason’s voice was taut as a bow string. “Chill out?” Oops, must’ve said that out loud. Jason’s next whisper was just this side of a shout. “What is Marty doing in our bed?”

“Sleeping.” Duh. Kevin had a dreamy smile curving his lips, thoroughly enjoying finally being the melty stuff in the middle of a Marty/Jason sandwich. Seriously hot thought, that. Marty should put it on the menu, it’d be an instant best-seller. If only Jase would just settle down and let him savor it….

“Okay, that’s it.”

Tidal waves of jerky movement behind him finally brought Kevin up to speed. Oh shit, I forgot to warn him. “Jase, babe. Shoot.” He scrambled to get the necessary information across. “I forgot to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Jase was already yanking on discarded jeans from last night, forgoing the whispers as he continued at normal volume. “I can’t wait to hear this one.”

“Shhh!” Kevin stage-whispered. “You’ll wake him up.”

Jason froze with his pants just below his crotch, and his jaw literally dropped. It wouldve been a comical look on him if Kevin didn’t know how upset Jase was right now. Mental snapshot for later. He could see how damning it looked to have Marty in their bed, but it was a truly blameless situation.

“You did not just tell me to shhh…”


Pop over to my blog for more excerpts including one from my June Midsummer’s Nightmare offering, One Wild Wish.

~ Devon

Skunk, Bryan, Spoon (And A Badger) by Aundrea Singer

May 8, 2010

Hello, Everyone. You can call me Aundrea Singer. I’m thrilled to have my story in the new Necking anthology by the fantastic Dreamspinner Press. Here’s a short excerpt:

“We need to talk,” Veronica said again. She put her little hands on her little hips and glared up at him like a vicious elf.

“We do?” Bryan asked, trying to stealthily make sure his now-waterlogged towel wasn’t going to fall off. The barracks were unisex, so Bryan constantly felt like he’d just walked in on his little sister in the bathroom. It didn’t help that Veronica’s own towel was only around her waist.

“We do,” Veronica said. She crossed her elfin arms over her teeny breasts and upped her glare a notch. Bryan shuffled back. “About Skunk.”

Bryan stared at her, making very sure to keep his eyes from drifting lower than her neck. “Why?”

“Because he’s insane,” Veronica said flatly. “He’s insane and almost got me and Spoon killed today, and if you don’t do something about it I’m going to smother you in your sleep.”

Bryan kept staring. “Me? Why me?”

“Because you’re billeted with the guy,” Veronica said. She stepped forward and poked him in the chest. Bryan shuffled backward a little further. “And the way I see it, that makes him your responsibility.” She moved in for another poke. “You have until our next combat practice to calm him the hell down, or else.” She turned on her heels and stalked away.

Skunk sauntered in naked and dripping from the showers while Bryan was gaping at Veronica’s doll-sized back. Skunk smirked at Veronica’s black glower then snapped her in the ass with his towel as she passed him. Veronica squealed and jumped, then spun and tried to kick Skunk in the balls. Skunk backpedaled, laughing.

“Or else, Bryan!” Veronica yelled over her shoulder at him as she stormed off.

Needless to say, Bryan’s quick thinking under threat to life and limb ends up with him between a rock and a hard place–or make that a Skunk and a Spoon….

This story was a huge departure for me, which made it as much of a challenge as it was a heck of a lot of fun to write. I’ve written a lot of sci-fi, and a lot of m/m, but never m/m/m and never something quite so…aggressively erotic, shall we say, as this. This is definitely one of those stories where it felt like the characters were on their own adventure and I was just gleefully along for the ride. And what an adventure it was.

I want to thank Julianne Bentley for putting this anthology together and doing such a beautiful job under a tight deadline. I also want to thank Dreamspinner Press for giving me this wonderful opportunity.

If you’re interested, you can find me over at my Live Journal.

My email is

Not Just a Piece of Meat by Zahra Owens (for the Necking Anthology)

May 8, 2010

Hi all,
I’m Zahra and just like with most Dreamspinner anthologies, I had to get my two cents in. Dreamspinner Press also published a few of my short stories and two of my novels: Diplomacy and Façade. I have a story coming up in the Midsummer’s Nightmare Daily Dose as well called “I can see right through you!”

This is the blurb for my offering in this anthology:
Karl has been working at an up-market butcher shop slash caterer since he left school over twelve years ago. Although far from stupid, it took him forever to realize that his boss Shawn and right-hand man Peter were an item—and ever since then he’s envied their rock-steady relationship. Then one alcohol-clouded night changes his perception of the couple as they seduce him into joining them in their bed.

So, what is better than two manly butchers (Think: strong arms, nimble hands and bloody aprons) getting together? A third one joining them of course!
Lynn didn’t have to nudge me very hard to write this story. I generally like my men to be rather manly, but I also like them a bit vulnerable (who ever said the two couldn’t be found in the same man?). Even the most butch guy has a soft spot and I’m sure they have more doubts in their heads than they would ever dare to admit, even to themselves.
In this story we get to spend some time in the head of our youngest member of the three, the outsider, the one who isn’t a part of the established relationship. The added complication is that after their famous alcohol-clouded night he’s now sleeping with his boss AND his boss’ partner. So if everything goes pear-shaped, he won’t just lose a lover (or in this case: two), but he’ll also most likely be out of a job.


Here’s a little teaser:

Feeling Peter’s gaze woke me from my reverie, and he languidly closed his eyes as he leaned closer to kiss me. I couldn’t resist returning it, the memories of our lovemaking springing back into my mind. His lips were soft, the skin around his square jaw and his mouth slightly stubbly, and I couldn’t stop my hand from caressing it. His hand drifted to my left buttock and squeezed it, pulling my groin against his where the evidence of his morning erection was hard to miss. Although I felt a little self-conscious about rutting up against Peter with his lover sleeping close behind me, my body was in charge and I couldn’t make it pull back. Just like last night, Peter’s touches were sensual, slow, even a bit teasing, in sharp contrast with Shawn’s, which were direct and unfaltering, like a heat-seeking missile. Before sleep had caught us, it had been Peter’s kisses that had made me horny and eager, Peter’s touches which had made my skin tingle, my nipples peak and my cock rock hard, but it had been Shawn who had brought me off, convulsing, chanting his name and shooting thick white ribbons all over them and myself.

I shivered when I remembered how I’d come so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

“Cold?” Peter asked in a voice that was smooth like silk.

I pushed myself even closer to him, grabbing without watching and finding a sheet to pull over us. I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Just remembering what we did last night.”

“You mean this morning? No regrets, I hope?”

I shook my head. “I’d do it all again if I knew it wouldn’t change things between us.”

Peter shrugged and scratched his head. “I have no doubt it’ll change things between us.”

I didn’t know how to react to that. I liked my job and I loved our team. It wouldn’t be the same if the dynamic changed, and I certainly didn’t want to lose my job. Oh God, this could cost me my livelihood!

“Don’t panic,” Peter said after a pregnant pause. “You’ve just become even more valuable to us, not less.” He looked at me with those steel-blue eyes of his and made me look back. “We’ve been eyeing you for years, Karl. At first Shawn wasn’t convinced you were gay, but then that guy burst into the shop making a spectacle of himself—”

“Damien,” I interrupted.

“Your boyfriend at the time?”

I nodded. “That was two years ago. What took you so long?”

Peter chuckled. “We weren’t even going to suggest it. Both Shawn and I were worried you’d take it the wrong way and leave because you didn’t want to work for two perverts. Especially not after Damien—”

“Said he was sorry for suggesting a threesome.” I didn’t usually finish other people’s sentences, but it all fell into place right then. I shook my head, but I was smiling. “He asked for a threesome to cover up an affair he was having with some nineteen-year-old twink. This”—I pointed between Shawn and Peter—“is a whole different ball game.”

Peter put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss again. “So you want to catch or pitch?”

Great stories

May 8, 2010

I’ve had a chance to read some of the stories in the Necking anthology.  There is a lot of very entertaining stuff here.  Dar Mavison and the always admirable Heidi Cullinan explore variations on the theme of committed lovers who invite a third man into the bedroom.  In Mavison’s Beautiful Friend, the lovers are in an open relationship while in Cullinan’s Down the Middle, the couple is on the verge of breaking up.  The entry of the third man into these relationships not only provides some very hot scenes, but it leads to changes in some of the very likeable characters.  The guys in Heidi Champa’s Breaking the Habit come up with some intriguing incentives to stop smoking.   And, darn it, J L Merrow manages to make a visit to the dentist downright sexy in the suggestively titled Getting a Filling.  I’m looking forward to reading the other stories.

                                                                                                                      Evan Gilbert

Homecoming by Emily Moreton (Necking anthology)

May 8, 2010

Hi, my name’s Emily, and I’m thrilled to have a story in the Necking anthology. Though I’m learning to curb my enthusiasm for it at work, where I want to tell everyone, but find it a bit awkward to answer ‘oh, what about?’ with ‘actually, it’s an established threesome erotic romance’ – especially when it’s my boss asking! Although, who knows, maybe she’d like it.

What’s Homecoming about?
Ben, one-third of a stable threesome, comes home to find his lover Raul in bed with another man…their third partner, Matt, finally home after months working away. What should be a happy reunion mostly is—but Matt’s had a rough time while away on his job, trying to get into the head of a serial killer. He needs to reconnect with his lovers, and what better way to do so than in bed between his partners? Sex, though, doesn’t fix everything….

Read a little bit..?
Outside, Matt’s not hard to find: he’s sitting on their porch swing, wrapped in a green blanket over what look like Raul’s pajamas, legs curled up, Jess huddled into the curve of his body, his face barely lit by the glowing end of the cigarette in his right hand. He doesn’t look away from contemplating the darkness of their garden until Ben sits next to him, nudging the swing into swaying gently.

“Thought you quit,” Ben says softly. It still sounds loud in the near total silence that speaks to a much later hour than it actually is.

“I did,” Matt says, bringing the cigarette to his lips, the end flaring bright. “This is just habit.”

“That’s different from not quitting?”

“Yeah. I’m not doing it for the nicotine, I’m doing it for the ritual. I won’t want it in a couple of days.”

It’s an unusual opening, made more so by Matt turning back to look at the garden, his and Raul’s space, in the summer at least, the two of them looking like something out of a domestic porn movie while Ben pretends to work and enjoys the show. Matt’s free hand absently pets Jess, who seems to have fallen asleep, Raul’s kitten all the way after he rescued her from the side of the road and brought her home, dancing around the idea that they could use something other than each other to take care of.

“You just needed it for this case?” Ben asks.

Matt makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Something like that. Good excuse to get out.”

“You never said much about it, while you were away,” Ben prompts, reaching over to pet Jess mostly as an excuse to lean into Matt and offer some comfort.

“I didn’t want to think about it when I was talking to you guys,” Matt says. “I still don’t. It was pretty rough.”

Ben thinks that he should respect Matt’s right not to have them know, but also that he’ll Google the case anyway, because there’s a difference between what Matt doesn’t want them to know and what Matt doesn’t want to tell them, and he’s pretty sure this is the latter. Even if it’s not, he can understand that Matt needs them to be careful of his edges right now, and the only way they can do that is if they know where these are.

“Is it over?” he asks.

Matt sighs, drops the cigarette and uncurls enough to grind it out with his heel, wincing slightly at the movement. “My part is, until the trial.”

They fall into silence broken only by the slight creak of the swing as it gradually loses momentum, until Matt says, “I’m seeing the departmental psychologist Monday. It’ll be better after that.”

“Okay.” Ben shifts until he can kiss Matt’s cheek, but stops Matt before he can turn it into a kiss on the mouth. “Not till you brush your teeth.”

“Charming,” Matt says, laughing a little.

“House rules,” Ben says firmly. “You hungry? I was thinking about an omelet.”

Matt tilts his head to one side then the other, considering. “I could eat,” he says finally, and he sounds relaxed, for once, soothed by domestic normality.

“Me too,” Ben says. “All that exercise on an empty stomach.”

Matt laughs. “You can talk, you only came in at the end.”

“And what an end,” Ben agrees.

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An American In Seville by Lenore Black

May 8, 2010

Hi! I’m Lenore Black, and it’s great to be part of the virtual release party for the Necking anthology today. I’m thrilled to have my story included in this collection with so many great authors. As soon as I saw the call for submissions, I knew I wanted to write something for it. I’d never explored a threesome before in anything I’ve published, and it was really interesting figuring out the emotional dynamics.

My story was inspired by an anecdote a friend shared with me from her vacation to Spain, an interesting moment she witnessed between a beautiful Flamenco dancer, the guitarist who seemed to be his boyfriend, and a very attentive American tourist in the audience. And then the story took on a life of its own from there!

Excerpt: An American in Seville

Alejandro plunks down next to Tony, his arm sliding along the back of the cushions, connecting them, until the world feels as small as this one piece of furniture. “I see you take Javier more seriously than you do me.” He holds up a hand to forestall protest. “No, no, that is how it should be.” He smiles at Javier, who has gone to the kitchen to fetch drinks.

Javier shakes his head, his expression a mix of what am I going to do with you? and fondness. He brings back a bottle and glasses. Alejandro and Javier tip back their drinks in one, smooth shot. Tony sputters when the liquor hits the back of his throat. His eyes water, and he swears he can feel the burn all the way down to his knees.

“I hope it is not too strong for you?” Alejandro raises an eyebrow inquiringly. “It is what we drink here in Seville, those of us who are traditionalists, anyway.”

Javier laughs, the sound light and musical as wind chimes. “Yes, you are such a conventional man, mi amor.”

Alejandro widens his eyes at Tony in mock consternation. “You see how he makes fun of me? But that is all right. I forgive him. So, you must tell us more about yourself. What do you do when you are back in America? Have you traveled to Europe before? Tell us everything we should know about you.”

Tony fumbles for something to say, but fear of disappointing battles it out with a sort of bleak resignation. He shakes his head. “I haven’t really done much of anything.”

Alejandro smiles. “Ah, well. There is an easy cure for that, no?”

It’s more matter-of-fact than suggestive, but that doesn’t stop Tony’s mind from splashing up pictures, naked and acrobatic. He glances away sharply, heat creeping up his cheeks.

Alejandro gently changes the subject. “Javier has been to America. There was a show in New York, a Broadway show. They wanted the best Flamenco guitarist they could find, so naturally they chose Javier. Tell him how they clapped for you every night, mi vida.”

Javier shakes his head. “The show was not on Broadway, but I cannot convince Alejandro of this.”

Tony swipes his palms on his pants, trying not to be too obvious about it, trying to ignore the fluttering in his belly. He’s suddenly nervous, suddenly too aware that his clothes hang on his body like a lie and make him feel wrong in his skin. “I—” He can hear his own heart pounding, and he’s not sure why. “I’ve never been to New York. Well, except to change planes.”

Alejandro tilts his head, considering, and then he leans in, deliberately enough that Tony could turn away if he wanted, and he brushes their lips together. Quick and soft, but it leaves Tony feeling as if he’s underwater, a roar in his ears, his lungs burning. “There. Now that’s out of the way. No more wondering when it will happen.”

Tony darts an anxious glance at Javier, an apology poised on his lips, but Javier smiles softly, his eyes warm. Inviting.

God. Tony is being invited. His belly clenches with want. His cock starts to take an interest. Or more of an interest, anyway.

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G.S. Wiley, joining the fun…

May 8, 2010

Hi! I’m happy to have my story “Bacon Bits” included in the Necking anthology. I don’t usually write threesomes, so this was a fun departure for me.

My story involves a nameless narrator, a bicycle courier in New York City, his Wall Street boyfriend and his longtime best friend, visiting from California…

Before Patrick, I was always a “fuck-em-and-leave-em” kind of guy. I figured I was young, I liked sex, why would I tie myself in knots by bringing “emotions” into it like some sappy old queen? Then Patrick Keenan waltzed into my life—or, rather, I bicycled into his—and suddenly I was thinking about shared apartments and joint bank accounts and a nice, tasteful upstate wedding with rainbow flag centerpieces and matching cufflinks. It was a hell of a shock. There were times when it almost sent me running in the opposite direction, but every time I got close to it, Patrick looked at me with those puppy eyes and I was rooted to the spot.

As soon as he heard Alex was going to be in town, he told me to invite him over.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Patrick said, coming up behind me as I looked out the window. He smelled like Old Spice, something I’d always associated with grandfathers until I met Patrick. “I’m sure we’ll get along great.” I wished I had his optimism. Before I could worry myself any sicker over it, the buzzer buzzed. Patrick kissed me on the cheek and released me, and I got up to answer the door.

“Hey, baby!” Alex threw his arms around me. He was wearing a pair of painted-on jeans and a shiny red shirt, more suitable for an eighteen-year-old at a rave than a thirty-year-old having dinner with friends. He kissed me wetly on the lips and turned to look at Patrick. “And you must be Prince Charming.”

“Most people call me Patrick,” Patrick said. He put out a hand.

Alex shook it. “I’m not most people, honey.”

“Down the Middle” by Heidi Cullinan

May 8, 2010

Good morning from Iowa! I’m Heidi Cullinan, another author in the Necking anthology. If you want the long, drawn-out bio, I’ll direct you here, but the short version is that I love writing, I love writing romance, and I love, love, love writing about men.

Necking is my first anthology with Dreamspinner Press, but I have several other works available and upcoming from them as well. My first novel, Hero, is a contemporary paranormal/fantasy (featuring a shapeshifter, but with a twist). My second and third novels are contemporary set: Special Delivery is what my husband tells me is a “road book” while Double Blind is set entirely in Las Vegas. Those two novels have overlapping characters and also feature elements of menage, which I thought was worth mentioning since you’re here for the release party of a book about threesomes. In June I have a fourth novel coming out, Miles and the Magic Flute, which is contemporary but back to paranormal again, and I also have a novella, The Wounds in the Walls, coming out June 1 as part of the Midsummer Maddess Daily Dose. You can read excerpts from all those works at my website or at Dreamspinner Press.

Please feel free to stop by my blog, follow me on Twitter, or if you’re looking for a great m/m romance discussion community, wave to me at the Goodreads M/M Romance group. (And while you’re over there, friend me as well!)

Here’s the blurb for my story:

Parker and Robbie’s relationship is slowly heading toward disaster until Parker gets drunk at a party, spills his mimosa on a handsome young man, and ends up fondling him in a public restroom. When Robbie walks in on them, it should have been the end they’d both been dreading —but somehow it’s the beginning of an erotic adventure that might just be what Parker and Robbie need.

I can’t tell you where I got the idea for this story, because mostly it just appeared in my head. I get a lot of story ideas as I wake up, though sometimes they can’t wait for a full night of sleep and hijack me at 3AM, which I can’t say I’m fond of. I’d been wanting to write something for this call for submissions, but nothing was coming to mind, so I finally gave up—only to wake up with this in my head a few days later.

As one half of a thirteen year partnership, what speaks to me most in this story is the idea that relationships might be refuges, but they’re also a lot of work. In my experience, successfully getting through a conflict can be a better glue than three dozen roses and a bottle of champagne. (Though there’s nothing wrong with those either!) In keeping with the theme of the anthology, while I must confess my real life is too vanilla to pat down a David at a museum opening (so far!), I also believe that sometimes the people who come between us, romantically or otherwise, can teach us the most about our partnerships and about ourselves.

And so, with no further ado, here’s the teaser to “Down the Middle.” I hope you enjoy the rest of the release party, and happy reading!

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Breaking the Habit by Heidi Champa

May 8, 2010

Hello, my name is Heidi Champa and I’m very pleased to be a part of the Necking Anthology with my story, Breaking the Habit. It’s about three friends and their unusual method to get through nicotine withdrawal. It is such a pleasure to be a part of this collection and in such great company!!

Here is a short excerpt of the story. Please to enjoy!!

I sat on the couch, feeling like I was coming out of my skin. Cam and Joel were next to me, both of their heads resting on my shoulders. Five days into our torture and we were all struggling. The television talked to itself, all of us too bitchy to bother changing the channel or even pay attention. I looked down and noticed Cam’s hand twitching slightly. I put mine on top of it to calm him down. His fingers laced through mine, but I still felt the slight jittery charge running through his skin. Joel was tracing the pattern of the couch mindlessly with his pinkie, his knee rising and falling in a rapid tempo. I tried to be the strong one, but my mind was racing so fast I could barely control where it was going. Before my logical mind could catch up, I opened my mouth with a suggestion.

“We need something to take our minds off this.”

Joel was first to react, his voice still sounded gravely, despite all the fresh air we were getting

“What do you suggest, Tom? There isn’t anything we can do. Except the one thing we can’t do. We agreed, no exceptions, no matter what.”

 Joel jumped up, startling us both with his energy. He paced a small track back and forth in front of us, his hands air drumming out a crazy rhythm. He wasn’t done telling me off, either.

“Come off it Tom, there isn’t anything that can make us feel better. We’ve been to the cinema, we’ve gone for walks, we’ve chewed so much bloody gum, our teeth are going to fall out. What the fuck do you want us to do? I mean, seriously. What the fuck do you suggest?”

My thoughts continued to spin, wildly, like a slot machine with a fresh coin inside. The wheels of my mind kept going until all the pieces clicked into place; three cherries in a row. I stood up, releasing Cam’s hand in the process. I stepped in front of Joel, stopping his manic motion. I grabbed his head in my hands, and before he could say another crazy word, I kissed him hard on the lips. At first he stiffened, his body resisting my solution. But, after a few seconds, he relaxed into me, his hands going around my back on pure instinct. His tongue dove into my mouth, my hands gripping his ratty t-shirt for dear life. Pulling apart, Joel was panting and I was feeling calmer than I had in days.

“Shit, Tom. That was unexpected.”

“Do you feel better?”


We stood looking at each other in silence, until Cam cleared his throat and brought us back to reality. He smiled at me, his hand patting the cushion next to him.

“You know, Tom. I’m freaking out over here too.”

By this time, it was beyond me to think about how stupid or wrong it might be to continue. All I knew is that we needed it. We needed each other.

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