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You’ve heard of freedom of speech and freedom of expression, but today I’d like to talk about the freedom to love whomever you want to! In my m/m erotic ‘Shelton’s Homecoming’, Shelton and Nevil have been together for almost two years and Shelton longs to take their relationship to the next level, creating the HEA he’s always dreamed of. Can he and Nevil overcome the obsticles in their path to find a future together?
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Shelton’s grown tired of living a life separate from Nevil. So when Nevil is hurt in an accident at work, Shelton comes home for good. Feeling closer than ever to his lover, Shelton’s ready to make a lasting commitment to their relationship. But is that what Nevil wants? Nevil is less than enthusiastic when an old flame marries, leaving Shelton wondering if he’ll have to keep his dreams on hold indefinitely.
Shelton slowed to a walk as he approached the glass doors of the emergency ward. He could see nurses and doctors bustle around on the other side of the barrier. Would they let him see Nevil?
He jumped at the call and looked over his shoulder. Tera waved from further down the hall and he waited for her. His heart raced as Nevil’s twin came up to him and he blinked at her brilliant smile. He had to speak past a lump in his throat. “What…?”
“He’s not in there! He’s doing so well they moved him to a regular room about an hour ago,” she said.
They grinned at each other in celebration. Shelton grabbed Tera’s hand, impatient to see the love of his life. “Where is he?
Tera led him down the long hallway. Shelton had come straight from the airport, and needed a second to nab his overnight bag from where he’d dropped it in the waiting room before he joined her at the elevator. He cleared his throat as the doors closed behind them. “I’m glad you came when you did. I wasn’t sure they’d let me see him in emergency care. I’m not ‘immediate family.'”
“You could say you’re married…”
He found a spot to look at on the floor. “Domestic partners in Oregon, but I’m not even that.”
Tera made a small sound of protest and Shelton flashed a smile. “It’s okay. So, Nevil’s doing well?”
“He is. He’s been sleeping a lot, but the doctor says he should recover without any trouble.”
“Thank God.”Shelton drew a deep breath. Relief washed through him in a wave that left him weak. He gathered his courage as the elevator came to a halt, and once again followed Tera down an endless hallway. He paused outside the open door to Nevil’s room and then stepped inside. His gaze went at once to the precious man in the hospital bed.
Nevil looked so pale! His dark hair and bruised eyes were a stark contrast to the pristine sheets and pillow cases. All of a sudden Tera’s frantic late afternoon call, the mad rush to the airport, and the crazy taxi drive to the hospital took their toll. Shelton brushed a shaky hand over his stinging eyes. I won’t cry, damn it!
He approached the bed and gently put his hand on Nevil’s shoulder. He needed to touch him. He drank in the sight of his beautiful lover, and willed Nevil to wake up and prove he was okay. He’d been terrified on the plane ride that he’d arrive too late and Nevil would be dead. Tera’s call had been almost incoherent; he’d imagined the blackest scenarios.
He glanced at Tera when she came up beside him, and she gave him an apologetic look. “There’s a large lump on the back of his head. The whole thing was an accident, honey. Nevil stepped on some rotten floorboards in a building they’re renovating and fell to the floor beneath. Maybe I shouldn’t have called you until I knew how bad he was, but he was unconscious when they admitted him…”
“No! I want to be here. I was coming home this weekend anyway, and only had to take a couple of personal days. It’s fine.”
He returned his gaze to Nevil’s beloved face and tentatively caressed a bruised cheek, wanting him to wake up. He loved him so much. He remembered what Tera had said earlier about marriage, and warmth spread through him. Husband? Sure, he could do that.