Overview

Dead boyfriends don't make booty calls. So why is the man Tom mourned for 20 years pouting for a kiss?

Tom has never forgotten Wyte. The man he was too closeted to commit to. Too dedicated to his career as a rising hockey star. The man who never seemed to mind. Wyte kissed him under club lights and in cheap hotels. Until the day he disappeared. Dead. Tom's sure of it.

Then Wyte shows up again. Still looking 25, with claims of being a fae. Whatever that means. And it turns out, Tom's not sure of anything. Wyte's almost as Tom remembers. Pretty. Unpredictable. Insatiable. Only, there's a new, tempting fragility too. And Tom can't help but want to heal that hidden pain.

Who could resist indulging a sweet treat with a sulky pout begging to be nipped into giggles? Or say no to a man eager to be worked over (and over and over) with rough affection? Certainly not Tom. But Wyte's already disappeared on him once. Tom knows better than to trust this.

It's just a one night thing. Wyte's from another world. And the new intensity between them will only lead to a second heartbreak if Tom lets it.

Better to keep it casual. If only he still knew how.