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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Nothing grabs a guy's attention like the words, "We need to talk."

For months now, Jordan and Faro have been at each other's throats. Their long-term committed relationship is mired by petty arguments about anything and everything, but Jordan's convinced they can make it past the holidays. After all, how heartless would a man have to be to throw his partner out in the street three days before Christmas?

About as heartless as Faro, apparently, who packs Jordan's bags and puts him on the train to his mother's house.

But there's more love, more passion, and more compassion in their relationship than even Jordan had realized. What treasure awaits him when he arrives in his hometown for the holidays?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [42 KB]
Words: 8148
Reading time: 23-32 min.

Jordan was still dazed and confused when he stepped off the train, dragging his suitcase behind him. He stood on the platform, watching the cars pull away one by one, and feeling a pinch in his chest as he saw them go. Was that his lifeline? Was it?

Aylmer's station had never been built up, and Jordan tugged his luggage over the tracks, falling into the loving embrace of a snowdrift on the other side. God, the cold against his face felt good, felt strangely soothing after overheating with tears and sleep. He wanted to stay here, right here in the snow by the train tracks. Pressing his face right in, he swallowed the virgin snow, feeling it turn from ice to liquid in his throat, a reminder that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in more than twelve hours. He should go, now. He should walk to his mother's house.

It wasn't far, but he took his time. The streetlights were few and far between, and when he looked up he could see so many stars the night sky looked more white than black--not even black, but a dark velvet-blue or purple. There were things about this town he really did miss. Like his mom.

When he arrived at her door, he knocked for good measure, and when nobody came he figured his mother wasn't home yet and opened up. Stepping inside, Jordan lifted his luggage over the threshold and kicked off his boots. He sighed at the familiar scent of home: potpourri and pot roast. But there was another aroma on the air, something he recognized, but not from this house. It was the sort of strange realization that paralyzed him for a moment, and heightened all of his senses at once.