I used to think she saw Rhys in all of us. That she was trying to right a wrong, and maybe she was in her own way. But she told me recently that to her, we’re each our own perfectly individual human with our own thoughts and struggles. With our own souls that need guidance, and she gets something unique from each of us.
That we actually healed a part of her and continue to do so.
She’s an angel in her own right, but she claims we are too. I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know she’s one hell of a mother, and any kid who lives in her house becomes hers, through and through.
Grayson kisses my lips and studies me carefully. “You okay?”
I grin, something that’s so easy for me now. “Yes. Let’s go.” He kisses me, and we grab the boys and head out to the car.
I still consider myself demisexual, but the specific label hasn’t mattered to me in a long time, because once I was with Grayson, he’s all I needed. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. Still, I realized I blew everything up into a huge thing when maybe it wasn’t at all.
My family, they’ve loved me, no matter what, since I’ve known them. I should have trusted them, but I can’t change that I didn’t do it then. Now I do. They loved me, and I just had to let them.
Because when you’re offered love, even if you don’t trust it at first—when they show you over and over again they love you, you just have to accept it.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Thank you so much for reading Hostile! This one was difficult for me! I swear, I didn’t think I’d ever get it done. And not because I didn’t love it, I think maybe it was because I love it so much.
I was constantly worried about Rhett’s journey and his identity. Worried that I’d accidentally hurt someone with it. I know labels are important because they give people a place to belong. There’s a freedom in having a group of people like you. And then, there’s also freedom in being uniquely you. So, I had to find that balance with Rhett, which was hard.
I want all people to feel their value. I want everyone to feel safe and secure in who they are. And I never ever want to cause harm. It’s my wish that someday, no one has to come out. That they can just state who they love and that will be it. That’s all that matters. That there’s no hate or animosity. That we, as humans, can just love each other.
Do I think it will happen? Probably not. But I think it can get better. I think we can try to put ourselves in other people’s shoes and really think about what it would be like to be them. I love these characters. I love the journey of two people falling in love.
And I hope that my stories only heal a piece inside of you and never hurt.
If you loved Rhys and Blair and want their story, it’s already published. The title of their book is Clarity. I didn’t want it tied to this one, not to trick anyone or be deceitful, but because I didn’t want anyone to feel pressure to read it if male/female stories aren’t your thing.
Thank you for reading this story. I hope, with all my heart, you loved it! I love them, and I’m beginning to think Fletcher needs his own story someday.
Thank you to Emma, Ari, and Elle for always being there and for being strong enough to point things out for me to think about and change. Because what’s the point of being a human if we aren’t willing to listen, grow, and change?
We all have room to learn something.
Thank you to Dena for being an absolute rockstar and editing my books. If you’re an author who needs an editor, I cannot recommend Dena Mastrogiovanni enough. She is everything! Thank you so much to Sarah Grim Sentz for the gorgeous cover and also to Dez Purington for the beautiful format. You all are amazing!
And to the Novelties: I love ya! I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you for being my safe place and for cheering me on.
Be kind to one another. And be kind to yourself because you matter!
Love,
Nicole
IMMORAL PROLOGUE
Ryan
“What are you doing over here by yourself, loser?”
Grady fucking Bell.
I smile at the sound of my best friend’s voice coming from behind me while I sit on the dock, staring at the rippling water in the moonlight. I’m holding onto the neck of a whiskey bottle resting between my legs, but I haven’t had much to drink tonight. It’s graduation night. I should be happy. I am happy.
My dreams are about to come true. So are his.
But those dreams are sending us in completely different directions.
I feel his body crowd mine as he takes a seat on the end of the dock with me, his sneakers dangling just above the water like my own. “There’s an epic party going on right back there.” He extends his lanky arm behind us, that big-ass grin with his bright, white teeth visible in the night.
“Aren’t you tired of partying yet, Grady?”
He laughs at that, effortless and contagious. Grady is larger than life. He was even when we were in second grade, never caring what anyone thought about him. He can hit a home run effortlessly. Get an A on a test without even studying. Sing any song in existence acapella while bringing the biggest badass out there to tears. Score the winning touchdown in the last few seconds of a game. Play a song on his guitar perfectly after only hearing it once.
Grady Bell is a goddamn legend in this town, and now he’s leaving.
“We’re just getting started, Bailey.”
I roll my eyes at the use of my last name but still smile because it’s something he’s always done. Bell and Bailey. In a small town like ours, that meant we were always paired together. School. Sports. Newspaper achievements.
Always.
“Seems to me, Bell, that we were just getting started, but then you had to go and sign with a record label.”
He gives me a sly grin and steals the whiskey bottle from between my thighs, even though I can smell the booze on him already. “You want me to tell them to fuck off?” I turn to look at him and that intoxicating grin on his face. “Because I fucking will.”
I laugh and look out at the lake water again. We both had baseball scholarships to the same college. That was the plan. It’s always been my plan, decided for me before I was even born by a father with the same dream for himself.
Unfortunately, my mom got pregnant in an “oops” situation during their senior year of high school, and my dad proposed, then immediately went to trade school to learn to be a welder. I think it was then he decided I would be the baseball player.
And I’m not half bad.
Grady, the talented motherfucker, is good at all he does and, of course, excelled at baseball along with everything else. So, we decided that was our ticket out of this town. The major leagues. We’d play for the big boys, party like crazy, buy our moms houses, and never come back to this small town.
But instead, he had to go and get signed with a record label who wants him to immediately go to LA and lay tracks for an album. I’m happy for him. Music has always been his favorite talent, but I’m a selfish asshole, feeling lost and abandoned.
“No.” I turn to look at Grady, his black hair just a little overgrown and blowing in the wind, and even though I can’t see his dark green eyes, I know they’re sparkling with mischief. “I want you to go and blow their fucking minds.”
His grin widens. “You know I will. And you?”