Extraits

Valentyn shut his eyes and let more of his fears tumble out. “I don’t want to go back to Ukraine. I understand I’ll feel out of place wherever I am, that I’ll always struggle, but I’d rather struggle here.”

Peter gripped Valentyn’s hand. It was clear he had a lot to say, was frustrated by not being able to say it.

Valentyn stroked Peter’s skin. “It’s all right. Take your time. I’m not going to turn away.” He smiled wryly. “I can’t. But I also don’t want to. I think that’s why I’m so panicked. Were circumstances different, I would want to date you anyway. I would still be patient.” He frowned. “Though maybe we should focus on friendship first. And if you still want to help me, we can—”

He stopped talking as Peter stood, hauled him half out of his seat, and leaned over the table to kiss him hard on the mouth.