Deepan vowed never to come back to Seattle after surviving the hell that was high school. Being a gay Muslim doesn't go down well with anyone. But the temptation of a better paid job in his hometown was too great, and now Deepan finds he's either brought a stalker with him or the stalker is already here. And things are escalating. When his only salvation lies in his former crush, Deepan finds his lust hasn't gone away. In fact, with time, it's only grown more intense.<br><br>Karl had a high-flying career as a baseball star until injury forced him out. Now he's a cop, and going back to school isn't what he has in mind when he's called to a scene where a former classmate has been murdered in the middle of their high school reunion.<br><br>It isn't until he learns Deepan might be at the center of the case that Karl discovers what he really wants out of life. And who.

Resurfaced

“I’m fine. Just give me a moment.”


It was like Karl had hit him over the head. Deepan’s mind was whirring, and things seemed to be moving like they were underwater. It was a weird sensation. Deepan hated floundering.


“Deepan?” Karl stood before Deepan, folding his arms with a deeper frown. “Did you and Zafar have something going on that I should know about?”


“Will this make me a suspect if I tell you?”


“That depends on what you have to say.”


Deepan licked his lips. He wasn’t ashamed, but this was Karl he was talking to. He was now beginning to feel about two inches tall as Karl glared at him.


“Zafar and I…we were close for a brief moment in time.”


“We…” Deepan closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “We had a fling in our senior year.”


Karl didn’t respond. Deepan opened his eyes to see Karl staring at him in bewilderment. It almost made Deepan smile. Having Karl on the back foot wasn’t something he had witnessed very often.


Chapter 15