Almost thirty, amateur boxer Daron Tulsa has a little mess on his hands. He just so happens to be falling for his best friend, Colm Frost, a sports-themed freelance writer for e-magazines. Life for Daron feels cataclysmically frostbitten because Colm is straight and has a stunning Hollywood actress girlfriend. For Daron, these major blocks leave Colm untouchable, both emotionally and physically.<br><br>As the Pittsburgh winter becomes a tempest of snow, ice, and cold, so does Daron’s heart. He realizes Colm will never be a part of his world and pulls away from the man. But when Colm’s girlfriend travels for her career, leaving him behind, two personal secrets unexpectedly unfold, which may eventually melt Daron’s heart.

Frostbitten

Once he believed his task accomplished, confident and purposely being alluring for confusing reasons that I couldn’t piece together, he called over his right shoulder, “Would you do my back, pal?”


“Yeah, my back. Scrub it down. Give a man some help when he needs it. Come on. Don’t be shy.”


Never had he made that request in our four-year relationship as best friends. Not once had the middleweight athlete strayed over that fine and straight line, desiring my palms against his back, creating creamy suds with the same soap he had just applied to his bulky chest, deflated dick, and balls. Never.


Chapter 4