Quiet and imaginative, Derek O'Reilly spends a lot of time watching a movie in his head. His fiancé Nathan wonders why Derek hasn't taken any interest in their wedding planning, and Aunt Fran -- his spiritual guru -- would like to know when her guilt-tripping nephew became a kept boy. When she drops Derek's childhood journal on his lap, he's forced to remember the name he's been trying to forget since he was twelve years old. Nicolai Lund. Nick was Derek's neighbor ... and first love. Weeks before Derek's engagement party, a chance meeting with Nick catapults Derek into the past. But Nick isn't that seventeen-year-old rebel anymore. He's a man hardened by invisible scars. A man struggling with grief. As Derek reads through his childhood diary, he realizes what Nick was to him, still is today, and yet might be ... NOTE: This edition has been expanded and substantially edited.

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Aunt Fran quickly turned to Lene. “And you, my dear girl, no husband?”


Lene’s cheeks glowed pink. “Busy, you know.”


Aunt Fran scoffed. “Please, child. Ain’t no such thing.” She pursed her thin lips. “And Nicolas?”


Boone glanced over at me. The mere mention of Nick’s name was like a warm hand sliding down the front ofmy pants.


Lene tucked a blond curl behind her ear. “Nico? Well, my older brother’s not exactly the settling down type. You know what I mean? He’s—” she grinned, “—wild.”


Instantly, I had a vision of Nick and I making love like wild men under white linen sheets. I could almost feel how warm and silky his golden skin would be. Could taste him. Could imagine what his long blond hair would feel like on my shoulders as he fucked me deeper and deeper. I’d make him come so hard,he’d never want another lover again.


My body pulsed with these sexual thoughts. I could barely blink. “Huh?”


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