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

Colm stood head-to-toe naked in front of me, beamed an ear to ear smile, and ran his left palm down and over his hairy chest. He stopped at the pubic triangle above his limp dick and said in a rather arrogant but fun tone, “I look good, Daron. What do you think?”


“You reek of vanity. Shame on me for adoring your skin.”


“Too bad my vanity won’t last forever.”


“But at least you look like a god. Some men can’t pull that off.”


I felt saliva pool at the rear of my mouth, hungry for him. Then I told him to lay down on his exercise mat and to get ready for a handy rub-down with warm coconut oil, the scent of cinnamon incense, and light conversation between us. 4: Touch Me If You Want To


Chapter 12