He leaned in closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. Closer. Closer. And then his lips captured mine. My eyes fluttered closed. Sparks flew behind my eyelids as his skillful mouth worked mine. I was frozen, caught up in the improbability of it all. "Kiss me back" He murmured, pressing himself even closer. Immidetly I obeyed, opening my mouth and letting him in. A single moan escaped me, and if I hadn't been so intoxicated by him I would have cowered in embarrassment. He growled at that and took my bottom lip between his teeth tugging harshly at the swollen flesh. He finally released me and leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face as he eyed my trembling state of need. "Eventually you're going to have to choose Angel. Who's it going to be? Me, or my brother?"

"And as I looked down at the sleeping body beside me... My chest started to feel all fuzzy. I reached down, pushing back a lock of his messy, crazy pitch black hair. I let my fingers linger and traced them down his sharp jaw, to the curve of his chin and I ran my thumb over those parted rosy, plump lips. His wild eyes were closed and in the low light, his long lashes left shadows on his cheekbones. The typical smell of roses and cigarettes wafted off of him but once again, I found it... comfortable. His strong arms gripped me tighter and as light of a sleeper as Abel was, I was afraid to move thinking that I would wake him up and lose out on this rare sight of a calm Abel. I stared down at him and all that I could do was smile and think, how could anyone ever call this adorable dork a monster?" Riley Love is moving. That's right, you've heard it here first, folks. The golden boy, who everyone loves, adores, and aspires to be is moving in a couple of weeks. Honestly? He's not happy about it. His whole life is here! He's worked his whole life to get great grades, do great in sports, and get into his dream college, which happens to be thirty minutes outside of his home town. But there's nothing that Riley can do to stop the move; he can only live it up while he's still here. That's where Abel Mitchell comes into play. Abel is a hotheaded, stubborn, troublemaker with a bit of a wild side. Feared by all except his trusty sidekick, Kala, Abel tends to stick to himself and live life however he wants while everyone else ignores him in order to keep from making him angry. Judged based on how he looks, dresses, and where he lives, only one person other than Kala can see Abel's soft side. ***WARNING WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOYXBOY GAY SEX*** ***IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN BE A BABE AND GET OFF MY PAGE*** This is once again going to be a fairly short story, not sure how short yet, much like one of my other books, The Fear of Falling Apart, which is only sixteen chapters!

From the start Josh had never thought this could happen to him, but this is what happens when you get caught masturbating in the locker room after a tournament. I mean c'mon! Steaming muscly angry men grabbing at each other repeatedly? Wrestling will do that to you... It led him to Cris, and a blooming romance apparently. Pure smut, and drama.