Please say hello to DC Juris and
Garrett’s homophobic family and his own big mouth keep getting him into trouble. If he’s not careful, he’ll lose everything—wife, job... and Aaron.
Ever have one of those days where you open your mouth and trip over every single word that comes out? Garrett Morris is having a bad day. On a scale of one to ten, it’s a twenty. Mind you, it should be going much better, considering he’s seeing Aaron, the secret love of his life, for the first time in a little over two years. But his wife’s homophobic family and his own big mouth keep getting him into trouble. If he’s not careful, he’ll lose everything—wife, job... and Aaron.
Previously published by Stiff Rain Press.
“You all right?”
I sighed and nodded. “I might as well be. I’m not the one hooked up to a bunch of machines without my consent.”
“That’s not your fault. You didn’t know what the living will said. It easily could’ve said do everything.”
“How did I not know what my own father wanted?” I held my hands wide.
He shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know what mine would want. Really, who talks about that stuff? We live our lives in a state of invincible denial.”
“You know what you’re going to do?”
“Pull the plug.” I sat down in the pew with a groan, wincing at how hard the wood was. “That’s what he would want. Says so right there in black and white. I just...” I shook my head and swiped at welling tears.
Aaron circled in front of me and knelt on the maroon carpet. “It’ll be okay. You’re doing the right thing.”
“How do you know?”
“Don’t you feel it?” Aaron laid a hand over my heart. “Isn’t that what’s got you? Everyone’s arguing, but you know what needs to be done.”
I nodded. “I don’t want to be the one to say it. I don’t want to be the bad guy. The one who killed Dad.” I couldn’t stop the choked sob.
“Garrett,” Aaron whispered. He pulled me close and held me. “You didn’t kill him, baby.”
His embrace was warm, and being called baby in that gruff, manly voice of his made me want so much more with him. Secretly, I’d always found him attractive—so strong but so tender at the same time. Maybe it was the grief. Maybe it was the fatigue. But the scent of him, the heat of him, drove me insane. I leaned back just enough, tipped my head, and rubbed my lips over his.
He responded, maybe on instinct, maybe on purpose, but the result sent a jolt of longing through me.
Aaron pulled back and wiped his lips. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“It’s not. I shouldn’t—”
I shook my head and tugged him forward for another kiss. I couldn’t let him regret this. I couldn’t bear to think of that.
At length we parted, and he pressed his forehead to mine before he stood. “Someone’s bound to miss us and come looking. We’d better head back.”
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Romance author, sci-fi fan club Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace. Yep, we're talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake making, football watching, rubber duck collecting, drag show loving, full of fabulous with a Capital F kinda gal. She's also an Ordained Minister and an amateur photographer. She lives in Upstate NY with her husband, three dogs, and three cats. When she's not writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching "Star Trek" and "Supernatural" repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web for porn. Er...research. Surfing the web for research. She may speak softly but she lives and loves loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink::
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