Back Love and Monsters
Chapters (58)
  1. SYNOPSIS
  2. ALSO BY MAX WALKER
  3. NOAH BARNES
  4. JAKE PEREZ
  5. NOAH BARNES
  6. JAKE PEREZ
  7. NOAH BARNES
  8. JAKE PEREZ
  9. NOAH BARNES
  10. JAKE PEREZ
  11. NOAH BARNES
  12. 10. Jake Perez
  13. JAKE PEREZ
  14. 11. Noah Barnes
  15. NOAH BARNES
  16. 12. Jake Perez
  17. JAKE PEREZ
  18. 13. Noah Barnes
  19. NOAH BARNES
  20. 14. Jake Perez
  21. JAKE PEREZ
  22. 15. Noah Barnes
  23. NOAH BARNES
  24. 16. Jake Perez
  25. JAKE PEREZ
  26. 17. Noah Barnes
  27. NOAH BARNES
  28. 18. Jake Perez
  29. JAKE PEREZ
  30. 19. Noah Barnes
  31. NOAH BARNES
  32. 20. Jake Perez
  33. JAKE PEREZ
  34. 21. Noah Barnes
  35. NOAH BARNES
  36. 22. Jake Perez
  37. JAKE PEREZ
  38. 23. Noah Barnes
  39. NOAH BARNES
  40. 24. Jake Perez
  41. JAKE PEREZ
  42. 25. Noah Barnes
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  44. 26. Jake Perez
  45. JAKE PEREZ
  46. 27. Noah Barnes
  47. NOAH BARNES
  48. 28. Jake Perez
  49. JAKE PEREZ
  50. 29. Noah Barnes
  51. NOAH BARNES
  52. 30. Jake Perez
  53. JAKE PEREZ
  54. 31. Noah Barnes
  55. NOAH BARNES
  56. EPILOGUE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. ALSO BY MAX WALKER

I rolled my eyes as I transferred the dips from their plastic containers and into smaller ceramic bowls. “It’s fine, guys. Even if there was a shot, I don’t think I’d take it. Especially not if he really is in the closet. Not after Franky. He made me cross off anyone that could hurt me like that again.” I grabbed the dips and walked back into the living room, setting them down on the coffee table as Eric brought out the chips. There was a stack of labeled notebooks and a cup full of pens and pencils sitting in the center of the table.

“What Franky did to you was fucked-up, but everyone’s situation is different. I’m not saying there’s even a chance with Jake—”

“.Thanks.”

“—but if there was, then you can’t assume that he’d act the same as Franky. That guy was a huge dick, and I think he would have been a dick whether he was closeted or not.”

Tristan walked in, a bowl of grapes and strawberries in his hand. “Who’s got a huge dick?”

“Stand down, size queen,” Eric quipped. “We’re talking about someone being a huge dick, not having one.”

“Although,” I said, raising a finger in the air, “Franky did have that too.”

“Was that why you stayed with him for that long?” Tristan asked as he dropped onto the couch, nearly knocking over the book he had left on the armrest.

“No, I stayed with him because—when he wanted to—he knew how to be wildly romantic, and I’m a naive little lamb that’s watched way too many rom-coms and thinks one of those happy endings can happen to me. I just have to find and possibly fix my Prince Charming before that happens.” I shrugged, bare feet on the carpet as I trod back to the kitchen. “But there’s no fixing someone who doesn’t want to be fixed… and yes, the dick did help.”

“Truth,” Eric said as he followed behind me. “Franky likes playing with people. It had nothing to do with him still being in the closet. If someone is truly struggling to come out because of family or whatever else, then yeah, I get it. But Franky didn’t have an excuse. He was just a self-hating queer dude that wrapped you up in his toxic web.”