“I hate being small and skinny. And…pretty. I should probably ask Evan what a twink is.”
The first time I read this story I kept thinking, What am I reading? yet I kept reading and totally enjoyed the ride although it is packed with sensitive subjects; triggers for some. Recently, someone on social media mentioned the story and I thought, that one is worth another read! And it certainly was!
Dr. Evan Harrison’s life is one gigantic migraine. He no longer practices medicine because of incapacitating migraines. His life is carefully regimented to avoid allergens and migraine triggers. Evan’s home is dark and his mood darker. One evening he stops by a neighborhood bar close to his apartment and “a young man walks into the bar”, a beautiful young man who immediately catches his attention.
This story is about Evan’s relationship with this young man, Even though Evan is not currently practicing medicine he takes responsibility for the care of this young man, Jamie, when he suffers a terrible assault. Evan takes the ‘care of young Jamie to entirely unexpected levels which he justifies as necessary for the younger man’s healing and well being. Perhaps it was, in the beginning, but Evan is insanely attracted to young Jamie, and even though Jamie is not gay, their physical relationship grows with the initial dubious consent of Jamie. It wasn’t long before Jamie was initiating contact and wanted the closeness of the relationship with Evan. As much Evan cares for Jamie both physically and emotionally, soon Jamie begins to reciprocate, at least emotionally.
This story included so many of my most favorite themes of an age gap, the experienced older man who is lonely and alone who meets the inexperienced, ‘straight’ young man with his own insecurities, a dash of BDSM and even medical play which I don’t think I’d read previously. I’ll admit, the first time I read this I held my breath as I read. This is a story with plenty of heat and an equal measure of heart that is well worth the read.
“Such a precious thing could not be begged, borrowed, or stolen. It had to be gifted.”