I know it’s in my head, he’d said to Jason once, an apology. I know no one’s going to leap out from behind the counter and shove me to my knees and tell me I don’t need another stupid romance novel, it’s worthless anyway, like me, so I should be quiet and open my mouth and do something useful…I know it’s not going to happen. I know it’s not true. And I should buy a book, if I want it. But it’s so odd, it’s as if not all of me knows, that little part I can’t quite convince…
Jason had wanted to punch something, by preference Liam, until every ugly memory no longer existed; he’d also felt horribly helpless, all his muscles and strength useless in the face of those words. He’d finally asked, knowing himself to be too large and clumsy and inadequate, whether Colby wanted to be touched, held, k
