Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He spent the day working on another batch of beer. Brewing calmed something inside him, similarly to how Vince did. It just felt right.
Vince was at Covington Acres with Holden today. Colby could have tagged along and helped them. They were making some fixes to a large barn where they sometimes held events and where the wedding reception would be held. Holden wanted it perfect for Roe and didn’t trust anyone to do the work other than himself. Colby had made excuses not to go, though. He’d needed some time. Plus, his confusing feelings had him unsure. What if Vince got frustrated that he was always around? Considering Vince had been acting strange since the last time they had sex, it was a possibility.
He was still jittery and restless when he finished with his beer, the whole time trying to sort through exactly what he was experiencing emotionally. He went over to his laptop that was sitting on one of the tables in his brewery. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for but didn’t know what else to do. He pulled up a search and typed in: can a person be incapable of romantic love?
Some of the things he saw made him break out in a sweat. Stuff that made it sound like he was callous, or that it was a sign of certain mental-health struggles. You’re broken, you’re broken, you’re broken, echoed through his head with each word he read, his stomach twisting up, but then, a lot of this didn’t apply to him. He didn’t fit with everything they were saying, so he kept reading.
And then he saw a word he’d never seen before—aromantic. The hairs on his arms stood up as he browsed the description. Aromantic people, it said, didn’t feel romantic love or the desire to have romantic relationships. They could still feel sexual attraction—which had never been a problem for him. There was quite a bit of information out there about it, and while some of it fit, a lot of it didn’t. Whether he was aromantic or not, it soothed something in him to not feel so alone, to have a possible name for what he felt that didn’t boil down to something being wrong with him.
The whole time he read, he couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that a lot of this just didn’t fit…because Vince. He was different with Vince. He might not be sure if he was in love with Vince, but part of him wanted to be. Wanted Vince to feel the same about him and for them to wake up to each other every day and go to bed with each other every night. For people to see him in the store and say, How’s Vince? Because the two of them were a package deal.
Colby tried another search and another, the tension in his chest growing, frustration gnawing at his insides, until his gaze caught sight of a new word—demiromantic.
He hadn’t heard that before either. Part of him didn’t want to read what it said and to be let down again, but goose bumps ran the length of him, this feeling bubbling up in his chest that he couldn’t explain. He would see what this said, and then if it didn’t have answers, he would let it go.
Apparently, it fell on the aromantic spectrum but, he read, a demiromantic person didn’t feel romantic attraction to someone unless they had a deep, emotional connection to them. There was also grayromantic, which meant a person sometimes felt romantic attraction, but seeing that didn’t make Colby’s heart race the way reading about demiromantic people did. So many things began to fall into place. Had Colby ever had a single crush in his whole life before Vince? Because he definitely had some kind of crush on him. Even as a kid or a teenager, Colby couldn’t ever remember feeling those butterflies, couldn’t remember wanting to be around someone just because of how they made him feel, or wishing he could be with someone he couldn’t have. Hell, every time he’d asked someone on a date, it had been because he felt like it was something he was supposed to do. People dated, then fell in love, then got married. Colby had seen people he wanted to sleep with, but he’d never had a crush in his whole damn life…
Until now.
His hands shook as he read on, his whole life forming a picture in his head he’d never had before. The pieces had been a puzzle dumped out of the box, and now they formed a picture of who Colby was. His bond with Vince changed things, their connection, their friendship opening up the doorway to…more.
With Vince.
His best friend, who would never want the same thing.
He slammed the computer closed, pushed out of the chair, and paced the room. On the one hand, it felt good to have a name for it, to know that there were other people like him out there, but on the other, he couldn’t help worry that for the first time, he’d fall for someone, he’d want those things he’d been searching for his whole life, and the person he wanted it with didn’t feel the same.