that I have you in my life.”
Alex glanced at Noah before concentrating back on the road.
“You really do have shit luck in life, don’t you?” he joked.
“I have more luck than any other person in the world. I found you, didn’t I?”
Noah turned his hand around and linked his and Alex’s fingers. “The best day of my life was when I met you.”
Alex closed his eyes for a moment before he cleared his throat, eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead.
“This is getting very sappy. And unless you want to see some manly tears, I’d quit it.”
Noah smiled. “You’re the love of my life, Alex.”
Without warning, Alex pulled to the side of the road and turned toward Noah. His green eyes glistened as he licked over his lips and swallowed.
“I love you,” Alex said softly. “I don’t think I can ever say it enough.”
“That’s good. I don’t think I can ever hear it enough.”
“Now kiss me,” Alex instructed, and Noah happily complied, leaning toward Alex until their lips met. He’d never get enough of this. Never get enough of Alex. And lucky for Noah, he didn’t have to.
So he wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck and pulled him even closer.
This man.
The love of his life.
The rarest gift Noah had ever gotten.
The End
Author’s Note
As of April 2, 2020, the Food and Drug Administration has updated its policy regarding blood donations for men who have sex with men. The deferral period has been reduced from 12 months to three months.
It’s a small step in the right direction, but any deferral period for gay and bisexual men is inherently discriminatory and not based on science. It’s time to adopt a risk-based assessment to determine donor suitability and end the policy that is rooted in stigma.
For more information on the issue visit: https://www.blood-equality.com/
Acknowledgments
I’m going to start by thanking all the readers out there who have given my books a chance. Thank you for picking up a book by an unknown author. Thank you for the messages and emails. Thank you for the encouraging words. Thank you for taking the time to contact me and personally tell me that you enjoyed my work. Thank you for the reviews. Thank you for the support. Thank you for recommending my book to other readers. I can never adequately express how thankful I am for each and every one of you.
I would also like to thank the following people:
Jill for beta reading and proofreading and just being a great friend. I have never much believed in finding friends through the internet, but I’ve been proven wrong.
Lena and Lisa for beta reading and all the comments and suggestions that helped make this book what it is today.
Sandra for editing and polishing the manuscript and making it look like I’m coherent in English.
And as always, my family. You’re crazy, and I love you more than anything.
About the Author
Briar Prescott is a work in progress. She swears too much, doesn’t eat enough leafy greens and binge watches too much television. It’s okay, though. One of these days she'll get a hang of that adulting thing.
Probably.
Maybe.
She hopes.
You can contact Briar by email at prescottbriar@gmail.com. Seriously, she'd be so happy to hear from you.
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Also by Briar Prescott
Project Hero
What if you accidentally fell in love with the right guy?
Andy:
If my life was a movie, I would be the sidekick. Not an especially promising start when my plan is to finally let my best friend know I have a crush on him. No worries, though. I have a plan. I just need a complete makeover. Change everything about myself so that when Falcon returns from his summer vacation, he can finally see I’m the love of his life. I totally know what I’m doing here.
Well, not really.
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn’t look like every nerd cliché wrapped into one awkward package.
In short, I’m screwed.
But then Law Anderson enters the picture…
Law:
It’s all very simple. I need somebody to tutor my hockey team, and Andy needs somebody to help him with his crush. Sounds like a match made in heaven.
Only the more time I spend with Andy, the more I like this quirky guy who makes me laugh, and pretty soon I’m the one who’s tutoring Andy in way more than we initially agreed upon.
It’s fine.
I have it all under control.
But as weeks pass and the chemistry between us turns explosive, I’m starting to think that I might be in way over my head with Andy.
If only I could make Andy realize that he doesn’t need to change himself for love. If only I could make Andy see that he just needs to be with somebody who has considered him perfect all along…