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But then, he was getting used to those eyes. \u201cHey, you okay?\u201d Demarien\u2019s voice pulled him from his thoughts. When Boone popped back to reality, the men from the sawmill were already pushing some tables together, eager to get some good food in their bellies. \u201cFeeling better than I have in years.\u201d Boone leaned back in his seat. \u201cJust the events of the night catching up with me.\u201d \u201cNow you sound like Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

Demarien crinkled his nose. \u201cNext, you\u2019ll be complaining that the weather hurts your joints.\u201d \u201cWell, it does.\u201d \u201cSee? What\u2019d I tell you?\u201d Demarien sighed. \u201cNow, what\u2019s really wrong? Your smile dropped faster than double-struck lightning.\u201d Boone forced a smile. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing. Really.\u201d \u201cDemarien narrowed his eyes. \u201cAnyone ever tell you the right corner of your mouth twitches when you lie?\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019re you doing looking at my mouth, Mr. Watts?\u201d Boone smirked. \u201cCan you blame me?\u201d Demarien snorted. \u201cAnyway, fess up.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s the way people look at my wounds,\u201d Boone said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand why they suddenly don\u2019t know how to talk to me. Do these scars really change me that much? I sure as hell don\u2019t think so.\u201d \u201cFuck no.\u201d Demarien scoffed. \u201cThey\u2019re just so used to you being the perfect boy next door. And you are because you\u2019re you. So what if you have a few scars? Time will remind them that you\u2019ve still got that golden heart, a never-ending well of kindness, and so much more.\u201d<\/p>\n

Demarien took a small bite of his food, his eyes dropping to the table. \u201cYour perfect lips.\u201d \u201cYou think my lips are perfect?\u201d Demarien flushed and choked on his food. \u201cShit, did I say that out loud?\u201d \u201cLoud and clear.\u201d Demarien hid his face behind his hands. \u201cHell, you’re everything is still perfect, Boone. Don\u2019t get me wrong, you\u2019ve always caught my attention, ever since Freshman year when we met. You defended me from Doug Marsh. You didn\u2019t have to, but you did. You even kicked his scrawny ass one time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd it felt damn good, too.\u201d \u201cYou could\u2019ve gotten in so much trouble if you got caught.\u201d Demarien bit his lip. \u201cYet you did it anyway.\u201d \u201cBecause I couldn\u2019t stand back and watch him harass you.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 C.W. Gray and Marianna Forrest All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact: cwgrayauthor@gmail.com Cover Design by Fantasia Frog Designs Edited by Tanglewood Press OceanofPDF.com \u201cW CHAPTER 1 JUNE orst day ever.\u201d Demarien Watts downed the last of his whiskey and slammed his glass on the table, startling his three best friends. \u201cDid it really have to rain? All month, there\u2019s no rain, but today it just had to pour.\u201d<\/p>\n

The rain pounded against the glass panes of the windows of the bar. It was only early afternoon, and Portland was bustling with the late lunch crowd, umbrellas and raincoats included. Milo sipped his drink, dark eyes dull with grief. \u201cI can\u2019t believe she\u2019s gone.\u201d \u201cFucking cancer is fucking stupid,\u201d Puck muttered. Demarien\u2019s friend wore his usual scowl, his blond hair pulled into a loose bun atop his head. Puck raised his hand and signaled the bar for another round.<\/p>\n

\u201cDahlia deserved better than that.\u201d Milo nodded, trembling. \u201cI always thought she\u2019d go down swimming with sharks in Australia or something.\u201d Felix sniffled and rubbed his eyes. \u201cI thought she\u2019d go out exploring Antarctica. You know how she felt about polar bears. She would have tried to adopt one and gotten eaten.\u201d Puck snorted. \u201cPolar bears don\u2019t live in Antarctica. There are just penguins.\u201d Felix gasped, eyes widening.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe should have gotten eaten by penguins. That would have been a death worthy of her.\u201d Milo smiled reluctantly and laughed. \u201cShe would have liked dying by penguin.\u201d Demarien wrapped his arm around Milo\u2019s shoulder. They had all loved Milo\u2019s great-aunt, but his friend had always had a special relationship with Dahlia.<\/p>\n

She had taken care of Milo for most of his life. \u201cDid you see my dad?\u201d Milo asked, face growing hard. \u201cHe talked on the phone for half the ceremony. I almost turned around to thank him when he finally stopped.\u201d Felix leaned across the table and grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were hugging Demarien, so you didn\u2019t see Puck take his phone and throw it toward the back of the room. One of Dahlia\u2019s book club friends caught it, then glared at Alonzo as she stomped on it.\u201d \u201cIt was a little scary but really hot.\u201d Puck took his new drink from their server. \u201cI think I\u2019m in love with her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Demarien chuckled. \u201cMrs. Holliday\u2019s husband may object.\u201d Puck shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. We can be a throuple.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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