The Fireman and the Flirt by A.J. Truman EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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CARY
I thought I’d been in shock before, but those other times were total fakers.
This here, right now, was the real deal. I could feel every cell in my body
freeze as I processed the three-word sentence my friend Cal had
nonchalantly tossed off.
Derek is back.
Derek, as in Derek Hogan. As in the guy I was obsessed with in high
school, the guy that made going to high school bearable at all, the guy that
confirmed every time I laid eyes on him that yes, I was one-hundredpercent, balls-to-the-wall gay.
When I was in high school, I believed that Derek Hogan was the most
attractive guy I’d ever seen in my life. Now, twenty years later, with the
benefit of hindsight and an adulthood exposed to copious amounts of porn
and all four famous Chrises, I could confirm that my teenage self was
correct. Derek Hogan remained the most attractive guy I’d ever laid eyes
on.
Broad shoulders and big chest.
Shaggy, dirty blond hair that I would’ve given my soul to comb my
fingers through.
Jason Priestley-esque sideburns, which—believe me—were it back in
the day.
I hadn’t laid eyes on him in twenty years though, but that didn’t stop my
mind from rebooting my crush at the mention of his name, like some
perverse Pavlovian experiment.
“Cary, did you hear me?” Cal snapped his fingers in my face, loud
enough for everyone in the diner to hear over the Christmas music.
“What? Yes. Town’s back in Derek.”
Good Lord. Just the mention of Derek was making me stroke out. I was
convinced that the crushes you had as a teenager did something to your
brain. It permanently and irrevocably wired your neural pathways. Anytime
I went out with a guy, it was inevitable that I’d measure them against Derek
subconsciously. Here I was, a forty-year-old man instantly reduced to a
horny puddle of a fifteen-year-old at the mere mention of a guy that I’d said
no more than a few words to in my life.
You had to be there. Derek Hogan was a moment in time. He and his
fellow hockey players had barreled through the halls like it was their own
personal kingdom. The twinkle in his eye every time he smiled, as if life
was one ongoing inside joke, made me fall harder for him.
Meanwhile, I was short, skinny, invisible, and deep in the closet. The
only thing in my eye was astigmatism. Fortunately, that was corrected with
contact lens, while puberty gave me height. I was trim now, instead of
skinny. But I’d always be that invisible twink stuck in the late ‘90s.
“Cary.” Cal snapped his fingers in my face again, this time with
growing impatience. “Stay with me.”
“Sorry. I’m here. Derek is…”
“Back.”
“Right.” I nodded, picturing the V of his corded back muscles through
his T-shirts.
Cal held up his fingers, about to snap for a third time. I gently pushed
them down.
“What’s going on with you? Have you had your iced coffee yet?” Cal
asked, which was a fair question.
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