Meet Me There by K.M. Neuhold

Two men, dozens of cities, and a connection they just can’t seem to shake.
We haven’t spoken in fifteen years, and Marlon is the last person I expected to run into in a bar on Bourbon Street.
He’s not my gangly internet pen pal anymore, he’s all muscles, body hair, and temptation.
Our friendship feels like it never faded, but the heat between us is brand new.
We’re both in different cities every few weeks, hustling to build our careers and soaking up all the perks of being young, hot, and untethered. But our paths seem to be crossing more and more often.
“Meet Me There…”, they’re my new favorite words. Honestly, I think I’d follow Marlon anywhere. Does he feel it too?