When Alexis leaves his life as a teenager, Chad thinks he'll never see him again. There is no doubt they have a connection. They've practically grown up with each other, just like brothers. But no, Alexis knows there is something more, something deeper, more meaningful between the two of them, a physical and mental attraction he can't deny. It isn't just Alexis's washboard abs or taut chest, nor is it those kissable lips or gorgeous hazel eyes. Chad knows he is in love with Alexis. He tries to toss it aside as just a childhood crush until years later, when Alexis steps into his life again and Chad discovers he too, feels the same way.
Will the history between them be enough to overcome the time they spent apart and what will happen when the two of them find out that their connection is a lot closer than they think?
We grew up together. Literally, we were in diapers together, even shared a playpen when we were toddlers. Alexis was a scrawny little teenager the last time I saw him but we had a crush on each other ever since as long as I could remember. Never did anything about it, other than played doctor. We looked a dirty magazines, talked about “doing it” but we didn’t even know what “it” was.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I hadn’t thought about him every day since he moved away. His mom, Carmella worked as our maid for years, she was gorgeous and petite could have easily been a model had she not suffered from uncontrollable circumstances. I remember her dark hair used to fall in front of her face as she worked and no matter how busy she was, she’d always take the time to give me a smile and a comforting word. Sweet and loving, the type of woman I wished my own mother was.
But when my mother, who was cold and neurotic, and not half the beauty Carmella was, found out that my father had been fucking her for years, she was prompt at getting rid of her and Alexis, no matter how much I protested. We were wealthy, by far one of the wealthiest in Forest Hills, Oregon. My dad inherited most of his money from both of my grandparents. Our mansion was perched atop a hill shrouded in evergreens and cushioned by downy clouds that sat on the hill. I remembered countless hours running through the forest with Alexis, the fresh air filling our lungs, the scent of pine trees so strong it clung to us. And we were barely able to catch our breath as we played hide and seek, cops and robbers and as we got older, doctor. We blew it off as experimentation, but many a nights I knew the way we looked into each other’s eyes, it was so much more than that.
