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Cinnamon Eyes

Cinnamon Eyes
By Nell Iris

ISBN: 9781634864404

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GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 34,679 words
RATING: flame rating 3

Cory’s had a rough year struggling with severe depression. He’s desperate to rebuild his shattered life and break away from his demanding family. When his therapist encourages him to do something for himself, he knows exactly what he needs. I want to see Asher again. The best friend Corey ever had who, at fifteen, held Cory’s heart in his hands without knowing it.

Asher’s had a troubled relationship with his father since he came out. Now that Pops is sick, he’s fighting for his right to help or even find out about his father’s health. Then there’s the complication of an ex-boyfriend unwilling to let go.

When Cory and Asher meet again after sixteen years, Cory’s feelings are as strong as ever. But does Asher feel the same?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

    When the song ended, I opened my eyes and clapped with the others. He didn't look up or say anything, just started strumming another slow song on the strings. Judging by the cheers from the room, it was a popular one.

    And then he lifted his head, opened his eyes, and started singing.

    I gasped.

    It was him. Asher.

    Both my hands flew to my face and covered my mouth.

    Sixteen years later and I still would have recognized him anywhere. The hair was as unruly as ever, and just as rock 'n' roll as his voice. The jawline so sharp he could probably cut glass with it. And the nose was still a little too big for his face.

    I couldn't see his green eyes from here, but I remembered them vividly. The pale color of a leaf newly broken out of its bud in spring, was such a stark contrast to his black eyelashes and olive complexion and had always hypnotized me with their beauty.

    When he started singing, his voice pulled me out of my initial shock.

    Two best friends
    Like no one had ever seen before
    Always together
    happy and troublesome and wild
    Sharing scraped knees
    and high flying dreams
    Carefree as the clouds in the sky
    The boy with laughing cinnamon eyes
    And I


    The words struck a chord inside me. They reminded me of our friendship, all the way down to the scraped knees. Had he written this song? Had our friendship inspired him?

    Then one day
    he shimmered with a different light
    Just one look at him
    made my heart ache, stutter and want
    I felt the same
    pouring from his soul
    A longing for more between us
    The boy with loving cinnamon eyes
    And I


    He sang with such emotion, and the pronouns he used didn't escape me. Asher was singing to a man, and my stomach made a hopeful jump.

    Our story
    didn't have a fairytale ending
    He had to leave me
    and all I could do was to cry
    But with no choice
    I had to let go
    We hugged and were saying goodbye
    The boy with grieving cinnamon eyes
    And I


    I swallowed. I didn't understand. That sounded just like ... I shut down that thought immediately. It couldn't be.

    It's been years
    and my life has never been the same
    I'm often wond'ring
    what could have been if he'd stayed
    Maybe one day
    I'll see him again
    In dreams we were never apart
    My boy with the sweet cinnamon eyes
    And I
    My boy with loving cinnamon eyes
    And I


    After the last chord rang out, the bar was deadly silent for a heartbeat, and then everyone started cheering and clapping and whistling.

    Everyone except me.

    I folded my arms on the table in front of me and collapsed with my forehead on top of them and my face hidden in the dark space between.

    Had I heard what I thought I'd just heard?

    Was that song ... about us?

    Had he had feelings for me too, back then?

    The thought made me shake, and I grabbed my elbows and squeezed to keep myself from flying apart. I took a deep breath and didn't let it out until my lungs screamed and burned in protest. I repeated the process several times until my teeth had stopped chattering and my heart had slowed its furious pace.

    I was still hiding when someone cleared their throat in my vicinity.

    "Excuse me? Benji said you wanted to talk to me? Are, uh, are you all right?"

    His voice was as deep when he spoke as when he sang, and it sent a shiver down my spine, completely different from the previous desperate shaking. I took a deep breath and raised my head. Forcing myself to face him.

    At first, he didn't seem to recognize me. He searched my face for clues, but it only took a few moments for the spark of realization to light up his eyes.

    "Cory?" His voice was gravellier than ever. "Cory, is that you?"


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This book was published on August 12, 2017.