WHEN LUCAS LANGLEY-FLORES WAS FIVEÂ YEARS OLD, he married his best friend.
It didn’t mean a thing. Not to anyone else, anyway. It was merely the prelude to a childhood game with haribos for rings. But before he even knew what love meant, Lucas knew that there was a unfamiliar feeling in his chest, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. His mother smiled when he called Asher his husband; his teacher called him a sweetheart. They were children after all.
But with all the years that pass, that itch never leaves Lucas’s chest, that itch he fears he will never be able to scratch. Not without losing everything he has. Over and over, year after year, his thoughts read the same five words printed on his vision: I’m in love with Asher. An unshakeable nag at the back of his mind, a yearn he can’t suppress, but he has to.
Lucas loves Asher, but Asher likes girls.
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This story deals with love in all its forms, from the forgettable infatuation of a 5-year-old, to the lasting devotion of a 30-year-old, to the different bonds that twine together a family and a pair of friends. This story is set over 25 years in both Lucas’s and Asher’s lives, and I hope you enjoy it.
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