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Kissing Is Easy
Kissing Is Easy
Kissing Is Easy
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Kissing Is Easy

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It should be just another day for best friends Parker and Toby, not much different than any other day they’ve spent hanging out over the past fifteen years. But it isn’t just another day. Toby thinks Parker is freaking out because his girlfriend broke up with him. He has no idea that Parker is actually losing his shit because he just figured out he has feelings for Toby. At least, he has no idea until Parker kisses him.

Now Toby’s the one flipping out. Terrified of what his family might do if they find out he’s gay, he’s stayed in the closet for years and had no intentions of coming out. Now Toby has to decide what to do: keep Parker as a friend and live his life in fear… or take the plunge, stand up for himself, and take a chance on love.

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Release dateJan 18, 2012
ISBN9781613723388
Kissing Is Easy

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Kissing Is Easy - Allison Cassatta

Chapter 1

ONE, two, three, I counted to myself, heart pounding, pulse racing as I followed behind him. My mind fought to prepare me to do something that would take more bravery than I knew I had. And today could very easily be the day my life changed… forever.

I could kiss him. I could.

Sorry about Sam, Toby said as he dropped his backpack next to the concrete steps of our favorite decayed throwback from old American industry.

We’d left the campus halfway through the day, before we’d have to stare at the balding head of our English Lit professor. I wasn’t in the mood. I’d spent half the night fighting with Samantha, wondering what the hell I’d done wrong and how the hell I was supposed to make it right. How did I fix what was broken in me so I could just be happy for once in my fucking life?

You know you deserve better, right, Toby said.

I sighed. Yeah. Sure. I dropped my bag next to his.

Toby plopped down on the steps, elbows pressing against his knees, tattooed arms steepled, fists locked under his chin. His big, blue eyes stared out at the thick line of pine trees not thirty feet in the distance. His black combat boots tapped out a flawless rhythm in the dried dirt beneath our feet, kicking up dust clouds that clung to his baggy denims.

I stood there with my hands shoved down in the pockets of my corduroys while I stared. Not really at him. Not really at anything. I wasn’t worried about Sam, but Toby had no way of knowing that. He only saw the distance, saw what he thought was a morose expression on a face that normally beamed and smiled and laughed. He thought I was pining over my ex, not stressing over my newly-realized feelings for him.

Guess it just wasn’t meant to be, huh?

My jaw clenched. I ran my fingers through my wind-knotted brown hair until they reached the nape of my tense neck. Guess not.

Shrugging it off, I started to pace a little circle. I’d purposely let the conversation die. It wasn’t the time to bring up the thoughts that had been racing around in my head. I didn’t know how to tell him the breakup didn’t hold a candle to the feelings I had for him.

Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure what those feelings were. I mean, in some way, even if only friendly, I loved him. He’d been my best friend for fifteen years, after all. He’d been with me through the good and the bad, and I’d had some of the best times of my life with him. It wasn’t until my ex-girlfriend had said some pretty damaging words that I started questioning myself, my sexuality. I started looking back at all my failed relationships, and in some small way, they all seemed to involve Toby.

He always had to be with me. I didn’t make plans unless they involved him. I guess it got old after a while and the myriad ex’s just hadn’t wanted to put up with it anymore.

Ironically, none of those breakups had ever really gotten to me like the breakup with Sam had.

We’ll go do something tonight, he said after a few minutes of intense silence. We’ll go see a band or something, get your mind off of her.

Yeah. My eyes swung his way, but I didn’t stop pacing. I’ll be okay. I just couldn’t look directly at him, fearing maybe he’d see something in my eyes I didn’t want to share. Just, got a lot on my mind. That’s all.

I feel ya, bro.

No, he really didn’t.

Staring at the graffitied brick wall beside him, I read so and so loves so and so in more than a hundred different styles and colors, secretly spying a place to write Parker kissed Toby with today’s date beneath it. That is, if I could ever man up and actually do the deed.

Whatever. It kept my eyes away from the complication my best friend had become.

I wonder how many people have made out in this very spot, I mumbled.

He laughed. Dude, I so don’t want to think I might be sitting where someone fucked and then jizzed all over the concrete. His nose curled and he slid off the steps.

I laughed.

What? It’s gross, he said as he leaned against the railing.

Nothing, man. I shook my head. My laughter had died down. My eyes actually met his. Weird how his disgusting sense of humor could lighten the mood. Mark that down as yet another thing I loved about being around him.

A hard breeze rolled through the clearing, ruffled his dirty-blond spikes and sent a strong whiff of his bodywash blowing past me. I closed my eyes and inhaled that scent. That was the very first time I’d ever really paid attention to it. But then again, I started noticing a lot of things I’d never paid attention to before. I’d spent nearly every waking moment of my life with Toby, and never once had I thought about him the way I did now.

Over the years, since we’d been friends, I’d looked at him a

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