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

Chad moved up to me, collected me inside his arms, connected his chest to my chest, and whispered in my ear, “You can’t deny we’re still friends, Daron. You and I will always be friends; no matter what bullshit comes between us.”


“I’m an emotional tragedy right now. Thanks for the hug.”


He gave me a squeeze, brushed his pecs against mine, and allowed our stomachs to touch as if we were having sex again.


“You’re making a mistake about the boxer. He’s a good catch. Forget about Melinda and Colm’s lies. Drop it. So the guy fucked with your head and heart a little. It happens. Better to be fucked with instead of alone and lonely. Find your soul, Daron, and listen to it. Get the guy if you want him, which I think you should, and don’t wallow in your own madness.”


“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked, enjoying our chest-to-chest embrace.


“Someone has to care about you. I’m that someone, I guess.”


Chapter 29