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The path to self-acceptance has always felt like an uphill battle for me. It's hard not to feel that way when the most important people in my life decided long ago they can't accept me as I am, that they don't want a gay son, a feminine son, a boy who likes pretty things.
And caring for myself from a young age has come with a lot of hardships, but finding myself bruised, homeless, and sleeping in my car just about tops the list.
Fortunately, the person I least expect offers to take me in and share his home with me.
My boss, Dean, may be twenty years older and have a son my age, but he's still the sexiest man I've ever met. (Mechanics, amiright?) He's also incredibly sweet and thoughtful and apparently quite protective of me. He may even be a bit possessive.
But best of all, he genuinely seems to like and accept me just as I am.
The only problem is, Dean is straight. And living with my very hot, very straight boss just might be the thing that kills me.
