๐๐โ๐จ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
๐๐ข๐น๐ฐ๐ฏ
When I lost my wife to cancer, I thought my life would forever be in shambles. I didnโt know how to be a parent without her. I didnโt know how to be a functioning adult without her.
Somehow, I managed it. I healed. I moved on.
Moving to Gainesville, FL to be closer to my son and his boyfriends, who were basically my own kids, too, was an easy decision. But itโs that โeasyโ decision that flips my entire world upside down.
When I take Ash, the tiny little kitten I found in my overgrown backyard, to the vet, I donโt expect to be attracted to the younger blonde veterinarian. I donโt know what to do when my body reacts to his teasing and flirting. Iโve always been straight.
And when his husband pops into the office, surprising him with lunch, I find Iโm just as attracted to him, too. I begin crashing. Iโm forty-three-years old. Iโm way too old to be having a bi-awakening or some strange gay-for-them moment.
But I am. I am 100% having an identity crisis at forty-three.
And the hot veterinarian and his husband? Yeah, theyโre not letting me escape. They want me. And theyโre determined to make me theirs by any means necessary.
**๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ! ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด!