It was hard hating someone so much you start to obsess over them. Then again, it really was a small line between love and hate. Charlie: I shouldn't have been there. Not when Jason stood like that, and certainly not with a man on his knees before him. His eyes locked on mine, face twisted in pleasure and vulnerable. He's straight, he's straight, he's straight... Right? Jason: I knew he saw me. Blue eyes wide and lips parted. Lust or shock I didn't know, and I was too far gone to care. It was supposed to be hatred- consuming unadulterated hatred, but the second I grasped the unmistakable lust in his gaze, I was gone. Note: This work is being reedited. Majority of the story remains the same, just rewritten a little with added parts.

Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas. Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in the arms of one Samuel Deminico (not intentionally of course). Sammy's managed to survive in the Big Apple all his life. The city has brought him major once in a lifetime opportunities, such as opening up his dream boxing gym. He never thought he'd need to use his self defense moves outside of the ring... but one particular crackhead proved him wrong the night of April 15th. That was when Sammy met Dante. •• "You ever get punched in the face by a crackhead?" "No, I can't say that I have." "Then don't speak on it like you've been punched in the face by a crackhead." *this book is unedited