The Shape of You
Too big. Too fat.
All his life Eric Sontag has judged himself on his size, believing love and friendship aren't in the cards for someone like him. Tired of being alone and scared of his doctor’s warnings, he enrolls in a nutrition support group, determined to change his life. When a beautiful thin man sits next to him, he can’t believe they have anything in common, but conversation between the two soon proves first impressions aren’t always what they seem.
Corey DeSantis has always been the scrawny waif; he’s tired of struggling with his art and with life. Scarred by the disappearance and death of his drug-addicted mother, he doesn’t wish for love, believing it will bring him nothing but pain in the end. Now his only hunger in life is his desire to paint…until a health scare and his mentor force him to attend a nutrition class where he meets a man who piques his interest. One drunken kiss later, Eric is all Corey can think about.
The same, yet different.
An unlikely friendship is born with both men wanting more but afraid to listen to their well-guarded hearts. When Corey receives shocking news leaving him angry and helpless, it’s Eric he leans on, to help see him through, while a surprising career opportunity finds Eric leaning on Corey for advice. One night of explosive passion leads to a second and soon neither man can imagine a life without the other. Life is shaped by the challenges accepted and roads not taken but as Corey and Eric walk the path together, they’ll discover the most beautiful destination of all. Love.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
The man’s heavy-lidded brown eyes regarded him for only a second before returning to his phone screen. Eric was used to that. No one ever paid him a second look.
“Uh, yeah, I mean no. It’s not. Feel free.”
He lowered himself with care behind the desk and immediately pushed back his chair to give himself room. From the time he was in college, Eric always had trouble sitting in lecture halls and classrooms; the seats weren’t made for people who didn’t have skinny, perfect asses. Like the man next to him. Whatever. He hung his jacket on the back of the chair and set a bottle of water on the desk. He really wanted a soda but felt it would be counterproductive to the class, considering he was here to discuss better eating habits and proper nutrition.
The instructor, a tall and of course, well-built young man no more than twenty-five, strode into the room, flashing a bright smile. This was who Eric was supposed to unburden...