The Sweet Side Of The Ropes: Enthralling Tales Of Male-Male Romance (13 page)

"This has been waiting for you for a long, long time. I love you, and I always have. Ever since the first day we met. Even before I knew what love was, then later, when my mind wouldn't accept it, my heart always knew. Forever yours, Dimi."

Nestled inside the box amid a fluff of white tissue paper, was a bright red metal Transformers lunch box.

Finally! Dimi's car is pulling up to the curb and he hops out, an apology for making me wait for so long in the rain on his lips.

I don't need an apology. I need his arms around me, his lips on mine, and I pull him into my arms and kiss him with a passion that's been building all afternoon.
Mine.
He's mine now and forever.

Suddenly the house behind me ceases to be important. Every pain I'd felt, every regret I've ever had melts away into nothingness, replaced by the love I can feel in his arms, hear in his voice, taste on his lips.

I've finally come home, and no bank, no one, nothing can ever take that away from me. Not now. I've waited for Dimi long enough.

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Kiernan Kelly lives in the wilds of the alligator-infested U.S. Southeast, slathered in SPF 45, drinking colorful tropical, hi-octane concoctions served by thong-clad cabana boys.

The truth is that she spends her time locked in the dark recesses of her office, writing gay erotic romance while chained to a temperamental Macintosh, drinking coffee, and
dreaming
of thong-clad cabana boys.

To date, Kiernan has seven novels in print, a plethora of short stories in e-format ... and still no cabana boy of her own, although her husband may beg to differ.

www.KiernanKelly.com kiernankelly.livejournal.com

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