Exclusive Excerpt from You Can’t Stop Loving Someone Just Like That
by Lily G. Blunt
HIS BREATHING was rapid, so I knew he wasn’t asleep.
I peered through the darkness of my bedroom, squinting, trying to make out the outline of his body under the covers. He was lying on his back with his arms folded firmly across his chest—another clue to tell me he was still awake.
For the sixth night running now, I wanted to leap out of bed and snuggle down next to him. But as he’d given me no indication he was gay, or that he would welcome such a move, I remained motionless.
My cock ached, yearning for release, and I was fighting a losing battle against stroking it. I knew he’d hear my movements if I gave myself some welcome relief.
I’d only known Pierre for a week, and yet my body was wound up by his presence in my bedroom. Taking deep, relaxing breaths, I willed myself to sleep, but all I could think about was him—his face, the way he smiled, the way his body moved—in fact, everything about him. He was the boy of my dreams—good-looking beyond words with such a wonderful, vibrant personality. I truly thought I’d found the person I wanted to share the rest of my life with.
And to think, I might never have met him.
A few months earlier, I’d cursed my mother when she’d suggested hosting a foreign exchange student over the school summer holidays. She thought I’d appreciate the company and felt I needed to make new friends.
“Get used to meeting new people, Corey,” she encouraged.
She claimed I was becoming a recluse at the tender age of eighteen. I argued that I didn’t want to waste the remaining precious weeks of my summer holiday with some unknown person from another country before I headed off to college. It would also mean that after he’d gone, I’d have less than a week to get packed up and organised in time to start living away from home.
She was truly concerned and insisted the company would be good for me. I’d been spending more and more time alone because the only person I really wanted to be with was my best friend, Jack. Since coming out to him a few years ago, our friendship had petered away. He was still my best friend—in fact, he was my only true friend. We just didn’t see each other very often, and that was entirely my own fault.