Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
All he wanted was for Matty to want to be with him, in and out of the closet, and now there he was.
In his arms.
Moving his fingers through Matty’s hair, Wells almost didn’t believe his eyes. The same eyes that held his heart. A pair of turquoise eyes that knew everything there was to know about Wells. Eyes that belonged to someone he couldn’t stop loving.
No matter what happened.
No matter how many texts or calls he ignored.
No matter whom he tried to marry instead.
Wells loved Matty with every beat of his heart.
How stupid could he be? He couldn’t let go of this man. He’d tried. God, he’d tried. He was going to marry someone completely different, but it wasn’t real. He hadn’t been honest with himself, and how hypocritical could he be? He’d left Matty for not being honest, but then he’d done the same. It wasn’t often that Wells Lemiere was stunned to silence, but what Matty had just pulled, coming out to everyone in the room and professing his love, stunned Wells to the core.
“Jesus Christ, Matty,” he muttered against his lips as the room went insane. “Really?”
“Really,” Matty promised, his lips moving against Wells’s. Matty ran his thumbs along Wells’s cheeks, causing butterflies that only flew around when Matty was near to go insane in his gut. One would think they would stop with the people screaming and yelling, mostly his now ex-fiancé Alex, but they didn’t. Probably because Wells didn’t care. How could he when he had his forever in his arms? He knew he should feel guilty, awful for hurting Alex, and he did. But then again, he didn’t. He felt complete in Matty’s arms, and if that wasn’t right, he didn’t give two fucks. “I should have done this months ago. I’m sorry.”
Matty pressed his head to Wells’s, looking older than his twenty-three years, which he always had. Wells hadn’t even believed Matty was as young as he claimed the first time they met. Made him prove it by showing his ID. But it was true; Matty was eleven years younger than Wells, and that alone should have had him running for the hills.
Instead, he ran right to Matty.
Wells didn’t know what he was doing when he first met Matty. The kid wasn’t even gay—or so he thought—but it didn’t matter because Wells had to have him. He needed those lush lips against his, that strong, angular jaw in his grasp, and that hotter than hot body pressed to his. They just clicked. The sparks fired off like cannons, and Wells had never felt so good with someone. He didn’t get it. This kid was a kid, but something inside told him maybe Matty was feeling him too.
Maybe Matty was bisexual.
Either way, Wells wouldn’t leave that night until he had a taste of Matty’s lips.
They had been in a hall, Wells didn’t remember where or even why they were there, but he couldn’t handle it anymore. He had never had that punch to the gut need to kiss someone, but with Matty, he had it and then some. So with no hesitation, Wells leaned into him, pressing his lips to Matty’s, slowly at first, testing the waters. But then Wells found himself flat against the wall, Matty’s mouth on his and his hand down Wells’s pants.
To Wells’s utter and beautiful surprise, Matty wanted him just as much as he wanted Matty.
If not more.
Cue, the yearlong relationship that followed.
It wasn’t easy. Matty was playing for the Rangers, while Wells played for Colorado, but they made it work. Or at least, Wells thought they had. He thought he was enough to come out for. He thought they were forever material, but that wasn’t the case.
Until now.
“Are you sure? Your family?” he found himself asking, but Matty’s lips just quirked as he moved his thumbs along Wells’s cheeks.
“Yes. I can’t live without you. I can’t, Wells. I’ve tried, and it just doesn’t work.”
Wells’s heart sang, and soon he was crashing his mouth to Matty’s once more, needing it all. Wells knew his family was there. He knew he had an explanation to give, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to face the fact that he had just wasted a ton of his parents’ money, he definitely didn’t want to deal with the fact that his sister and his best friend were fighting, and he positively didn’t want to deal with Alex. It was awful, he knew that, but he didn’t want to.
He just wanted Matty.
“We—”
But even Matty knew it couldn’t happen so easily. Pulling back, he kissed Wells’s nose. “Later. Later, we can talk more.”
Swallowing hard, Wells ran his thumb along Matty’s jaw, his heart fluttering in his chest. Taking a deep breath, Wells smiled as he turned to face his family, his friends, and everything else.