Loose Id
Gay Romance (M/M), Contemporary
Available at Loose Id
Forty-five-year-old
college professor Vincent Norton expects to spend the rest of his life alone.
After all, he had more than twenty years with the love of his life before
losing him to an accident. Then he has a chance encounter with a young man in
the hallway of his apartment building, and Vince is shocked and dismayed to
find himself suddenly attracted to a man half his age.
Rob Bridges might be only 21, but he knows what he wants—and that’s his sexy older neighbor. Once he realizes he wants Vince, Rob sets his mind on catching him. Too bad Vince doesn’t seem to agree that age is just a number. Will Vince let himself be caught, or will his indecision ruin their chance at happiness?
Rob Bridges might be only 21, but he knows what he wants—and that’s his sexy older neighbor. Once he realizes he wants Vince, Rob sets his mind on catching him. Too bad Vince doesn’t seem to agree that age is just a number. Will Vince let himself be caught, or will his indecision ruin their chance at happiness?
Teaser Excerpt:
“You need some help with that?”
Vince turned his head to see his one of his neighbors jogging up behind him. He wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or pleased at the young man’s offer of assistance. He wasn’t so old as to need help carrying a single box of books. At least he didn’t think so. His forty-five years probably seemed ancient to a twenty-one-year-old kid. “No, this isn’t heavy. Rob, right?”
Rob grinned, looking pleased he’d remembered. “Let me get the door for you.”
With as much of a shrug as he could manage with his arms full, Vince walked through the outer door Rob held open for him. Juggling the books to open the door would have been irritating. He appreciated the thought even if he didn’t really need help. “Are you trying to tell me I’m old?”
The younger man’s brown eyes widened with horror. “No, not at all, Dr. Norton. I’m sorry. I was just—”
“I was joking, Rob. And you’re not one of my students. You can call me Vince.”
“Okay. Vince.”
They walked through the entryway and up the stairs together. When they reached the second floor, Rob nodded toward the box. “Want me to hold that so you can get your door?”
“Thank you.” Vince handed it over and fished his keys out of the pocket of his slacks.
Once his apartment door was open, his neighbor handed him his books, the muscles in his arms flexing. “You must be pretty strong. That was heavier than I expected.”
Not sure how to reply, he smiled. Rob gave him a slight smile in return and headed across the hall.
Vince watched him walk away for a moment before pushing his door open and entering his own apartment. He carried the books over to the kitchen table and set them down, thinking about what Rob had said. Had there been a hint of admiration in the younger man’s tone?
“Wishful thinking, old man,” he scoffed aloud. An attractive young man like his neighbor would have no interest in a man Vince’s age, even if he were gay, and Vince had no reason to believe he was.
The boy had to be a heartbreaker, though, no matter which sex he favored. With those big brown eyes and his toned body—which Vince should not be checking out, he reminded himself—Rob could probably wrap just about anybody around his little finger.
But not me.
After all, he’d had his happily ever after. The twenty years he’d had with Dean might not have been as long as he’d wanted, but they’d been wonderful. In the three years since the accident, Vince had never even been tempted to date or look for a new relationship. Teaching and his friends kept him busy. He was content with his life as it was.
Anytime a friend suggested he move on and find someone new, he only laughed. Love was for the young, like he and Dean had been once. Like his neighbors were. Men his age were better off being satisfied with what they had.
Copyright © Cassandra Gold
Vince turned his head to see his one of his neighbors jogging up behind him. He wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or pleased at the young man’s offer of assistance. He wasn’t so old as to need help carrying a single box of books. At least he didn’t think so. His forty-five years probably seemed ancient to a twenty-one-year-old kid. “No, this isn’t heavy. Rob, right?”
Rob grinned, looking pleased he’d remembered. “Let me get the door for you.”
With as much of a shrug as he could manage with his arms full, Vince walked through the outer door Rob held open for him. Juggling the books to open the door would have been irritating. He appreciated the thought even if he didn’t really need help. “Are you trying to tell me I’m old?”
The younger man’s brown eyes widened with horror. “No, not at all, Dr. Norton. I’m sorry. I was just—”
“I was joking, Rob. And you’re not one of my students. You can call me Vince.”
“Okay. Vince.”
They walked through the entryway and up the stairs together. When they reached the second floor, Rob nodded toward the box. “Want me to hold that so you can get your door?”
“Thank you.” Vince handed it over and fished his keys out of the pocket of his slacks.
Once his apartment door was open, his neighbor handed him his books, the muscles in his arms flexing. “You must be pretty strong. That was heavier than I expected.”
Not sure how to reply, he smiled. Rob gave him a slight smile in return and headed across the hall.
Vince watched him walk away for a moment before pushing his door open and entering his own apartment. He carried the books over to the kitchen table and set them down, thinking about what Rob had said. Had there been a hint of admiration in the younger man’s tone?
“Wishful thinking, old man,” he scoffed aloud. An attractive young man like his neighbor would have no interest in a man Vince’s age, even if he were gay, and Vince had no reason to believe he was.
The boy had to be a heartbreaker, though, no matter which sex he favored. With those big brown eyes and his toned body—which Vince should not be checking out, he reminded himself—Rob could probably wrap just about anybody around his little finger.
But not me.
After all, he’d had his happily ever after. The twenty years he’d had with Dean might not have been as long as he’d wanted, but they’d been wonderful. In the three years since the accident, Vince had never even been tempted to date or look for a new relationship. Teaching and his friends kept him busy. He was content with his life as it was.
Anytime a friend suggested he move on and find someone new, he only laughed. Love was for the young, like he and Dean had been once. Like his neighbors were. Men his age were better off being satisfied with what they had.
Copyright © Cassandra Gold
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At night, she lets the characters in her head out to play as she writes stories of men falling in love. Unfortunately for her husband, neither of Cassandra's personas enjoys doing housework.
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