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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Going home is never easy, especially if you've been away as long as Aren has. His grandparents' house welcomes him back with its solid presence, but he's still lonely. Things get a little easier when he meets up with his childhood friend Corvin. Friendship quickly turns to romance but there is something that Corvin isn't telling Aren. Could that come between them?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Spice it Up, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [52 KB]
Words: 11984
Reading time: 34-47 min.

Aren stretched and pushed himself slowly to his feet. He had a lot to do, and sleeping in was not on the list. Aren still had his car to deal with. On top of that, he needed to get the power turned on and get some furniture. He peeked out one of the large windows facing the road and was very surprised to see his car parked in front of the house.

Okay, how did that get there? Aren remembered his car dying halfway between the house and the main road. Why else would he have walked home through the woods and run into that dog? Unless, of course, he'd dreamed the whole thing, which was possible, too. Wait, how did he get home, then? Aren raked the hair out of his eyes with a sigh. It was way too early for Aren to be figuring things like that out. Besides, there were more important things to ponder at the moment, like breakfast. Aren's stomach growled in agreement. Yeah, before anything else, Aren needed to find something to eat.

Aren sighed. He would have to go back into town for breakfast. There was no way around it. He didn't want to start the day on an empty stomach.

An odd sound echoed from the kitchen. It sounded like someone was rummaging through the cabinets. That distracted Aren from what ever else he was thinking about. There shouldn't have been anyone else in the house. Unless, of course, someone had broken in while he was asleep. Wait, he was in the middle of nowhere, why would anyone break in here of all places? It would make more sense if it was a raccoon or something. It had probably gotten in when he was bringing his boxes in. So it was either a burglar or a raccoon. Neither option made Aren feel any better.

Aren crept closer and peeked in cautiously, just in case there was something bigger than a raccoon in there. His eyes widened in surprise. There was a hot guy in his kitchen, a really hot guy.

Whoever he was, the guy was tall and sexy with long jet black hair that hung over a broad set of shoulders and straggled into a handsome, fine-boned face. Aren couldn't help but stare. Especially with those long legs and lean muscular body all wrapped in slightly worn and very snug jeans and a tight black T-shirt.

Where did he come from? Did I bring him home last night and forget about it? Yeah, that would happen. It had been nearly a year since Aren's last date and who knew how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone. Besides, meeting someone like that would have definitely stuck in Aren's memory, even if he didn't remember how he got home. The only other option was that the guy had broken into the house and Aren wasn't too sure what to do about that.

The only thing Aren could think of doing was to confront Mr. Tall, Dark and Potentially Dangerous. What else could he do? Aren took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen. He tried his best to look imposing, which probably wouldn't work considering that the guy was taller that he was and had more muscle to boot. "Okay, who are you and what are you doing in my granpare--my house?"

"Looking for you, actually."

"Do you always break into places when you're looking for people?"

"I didn't break in anywhere. I have a key." The guy smiled brightly at him. "It's been a long time, Aren."