"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Sequel to Not a One Night Stand Maddox Jacobs-Novikoff moved to Seattle with his aunt, got his degree, and before he knew it he'd been shipped off to Russia where his life began a new stage. He got married to a loving man and even adopted a son. He can't imagine anywhere he'd rather be. That is, until his world is crushed in the blink of an eye. His feet are swept out from underneath him and, suddenly, his son is the only one by his side. Maddox doesn't know how to get on with his life without his husband, being unable to move on from the sudden death. All he does is cook, clean, cry, and bring his son to ice skating practice. This never ending cycle is broken when a familiar face appears before him, sending him into another spiral of emotions that he can hardly keep up with. Will he be able to move on, or will he be left heartbroken yet again?

Deux garçons. Connor est un jeune dépressif. Drew est un rockeur plein de vie. Un amour rejeté et interdit alors qu'il ne peut que les sauver l'un et l'autre... "- Et je ne veux plus être entouré de personnes détruites... Soupira-t-il, les yeux larmoyants. - Et ça ? Ça ? Lui répondit-il en lui tendant méchamment un compas. C'est pas une dépendance peut-être ? T'es pas détruit toi, peut-être ?" ___ Histoire plutôt courte typée "roman d'amour/nouvelle". Pour comprendre l'histoire il faut lire les deux premières parties ;)