Rebound Read Online Kate Hawthorne

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else…

At least that’s what Ben is trying to convince himself. Ready to put his ex-boyfriend in the rear view for good, he connects with a handsome older man who’s only interested in something quick and casual. Their rules are simple—no strings, no feelings, and absolutely no kissing.
Thomas has never been with a man before, but in the midst of divorcing his estranged wife, he knows it’s something he is ready to act on. He’s wondered for years if his attraction to men is something real, so hooking up with an experienced and gorgeous younger man seems like a surefire way to find out. Better yet, it’ll kill two birds with one stone: exploring the depths of his midlife awakening and moving forward into a brand kind of new life.
One time together turns into two times, and two turns into something regular, but the rules still apply… until they don’t. Late night phone calls lead to early evening dinner dates, and one by one the rules are all out the window.
Ben was supposed to be Thomas’s first time, and Thomas was supposed to be Ben’s rebound…but what if the best way to get over someone is also the best way to fall in love?

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CHAPTER 1

BEN

Ben traced his finger over the rim of his wine glass, eyes heavy with exhaustion and body sore from use. His boyfriend, Cody, sat across from him at the glass-top dining room table, an uneaten plate of food in front of him. It was a Friday night and, as had become their very short-lived tradition, Cody had grabbed Chinese takeout after work and brought it to Ben’s apartment. They were going to eat, watch a movie, and fuck until they couldn’t get hard.

It was Ben’s idea of a perfect Friday night, but Cody’s mood had already put a damper on the evening.

“It’s like you’re not even listening,” Cody complained.

Ben wasn’t listening. He didn’t need to because it was a conversation they’d had at least half a dozen times in the past month. Not to mention they’d only been dating for a month to begin with, and the conversation—or, rather, the complaints—were already tired and old.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“That you won’t do it again.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Ben said.

“I saw the way he looked at you when we were coming back upstairs,” Cody accused.

“I can’t control how other people look at me.” Ben raised his wine glass to his lips and swallowed back the remainder of the contents. It was a large swallow, and he cleared his throat, wiping his thumb across the corner of his mouth to catch the stray droplets.

“Of course you’re drinking instead of recognizing that you should have at the very least told him to stop looking at you like he wanted to eat you for dessert,” Cody griped.

“Maybe if you drank a little more, we wouldn’t have these arguments all the time,” Ben suggested. “If you were a less high-strung, maybe you’d realize how ridiculous you sound. Like it’s my place to monitor everyone’s eyes.”

“You’re not being fun, baby. Come on, this is our thing,” Cody coaxed, pushing his untouched plate toward the center of the table. It rucked up the table runner and nearly knocked over a burning candle. Ben wished he had more wine so, if Cody burned the building down, he wouldn’t feel it.

“Our thing?”

“Our thing.” Cody stood up and walked around the table. Ben slid his chair back and turned his body to meet Cody’s approach. Their knees brushed together and where he used to feel a spark of excitement at the promise of Cody’s touch, he only found ripples of unease and repulsion roll up his spine.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You deliberately do stuff to make me angry, we fight, then we make up.”

Ben scrunched his nose, pushing his chair back to put space between them. “That’s absurd. I don’t do anything to make you angry—”

Cody interrupted him, “You do a lot to make me angry.”

“I don’t do anything to make you angry,” he repeated. “Orb at least, nothing I do ever warrants this kind of anger. And yet you always offer it up.”

“Our thing,” Cody murmured again.

Ben didn’t know what had changed over the past month, but he hated it. He’d met Cody at a bar. Out with friends to celebrate a birthday, Cody had been charming and suave, and he’d hooked Ben from the very first look. He’d leaned in a little too close, but not enough to make Ben feel uncomfortable, just enough for him to be sure Cody was really interested in him. Cody had held his hand a little too tight on their first real date, but again, it was a reminder, a promise. The first time they’d gone to bed together, Cody had taken his time. He’d been gracious and generous, and Ben thought that maybe this guy could be the one.


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