Once the star of his high school basketball team, Nathan Gayle has played the field for years. Now in his twenties, he's getting tired of one night stands and heated hook-ups with strangers; he wants something more. Was that asking too much?<br><br>Wes Roberts has had a fierce crush on Nathan since high school. A chance encounter at prom created a memory Wes still cherishes, one perfect moment in time. His current relationship with Roger pales in comparison, but he's been with the man for eight months now and they've settled into a routine that's not exactly comfortable.<br><br>When Wes and Nathan meet up again years later at a friend's party, the spark between them is rekindled. But there's Roger, who wrestles with anger and drinking problems. Roger, whom Wes is still dating. Though the choice between the two men seems obvious, breaking up with Roger may be easier said than done.

Crushed

Nathan held Wes in place with hungry kisses.


This is what I’ve been looking for all this time.Those other boys back in high school had nothing on you,Wes,and if you’d only told me how you felt then,we could’ve hooked up sooner,we could’ve kept in touch when you went away,and we wouldn’t have lost so much time.


With Wes in his arms,everything came back to him—the clear,crisp night in early May,the sparkling cider at the prom that someone had spiked with scotch,the way Wes laughed at his jokes and couldn’t stop smiling at him,couldn’t stop staring into him,as if he wanted to devour Nathan with just those ice-chip eyes of his alone.They jitterbugged on the dance floor,their dates clapping as Nathan spun Wes around—the whole night shimmered in his memory,a whirl of faces;he could still remember the songs they’d danced to,the feel of Wes’s hand in his own,his smile and his eyes and his every touch.


Chapter 7