Our Moment

By Megan Slayer

Can the words I love you lead to lasting love? Or a moment in time?

Chase Snyder wasn't looking for his perfect person when he crossed the commons on the Riordan College campus. When he passed the beautiful man with pink hair and dazzling blue eyes, he followed his instincts…and blurted I love you. He's never seen the man before and doesn't know his name. Is it possible to find forever with a man he's just met?

Jamie McCullough hadn't expected the sweet man in flannel to say the words I love you, but when he does, Jamie can't deny the attraction or the inspiration. He wants to photograph the guy and paint him…naked. He's determined to find the man again. A little cunning, a little cuteness and he'll not only have his man, but his muse, too.

Their meeting might have only lasted a moment, but the sizzles just might last forever.

 

NOTE: This book has been reedited for this reissued version.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Slayer
• Release date: Jun 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201196059

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Our Moment

By

Megan Slayer

Our Moment by Megan Slayer

Copyright © 2022, Megan Slayer

Edited by Kris Jacen

Cover Art by WZDesigns

Published by Megan Slayer Publishing

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: June 2022

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

NOTE: This book has been reedited for this reissued version.

Can the words I love you lead to lasting love? Or a moment in time?

Chase Snyder wasn’t looking for his perfect person when he crossed the commons on the Riordan College campus. When he passed the beautiful man with pink hair and dazzling blue eyes, he followed his instincts...and blurted I love you. He’s never seen the man before and doesn’t know his name. Is it possible to find forever with a man he’s just met?

Jamie McCullough hadn’t expected the sweet man in flannel to say the words I love you, but when he does, Jamie can’t deny the attraction or the inspiration. He wants to photograph the guy and paint him...naked. He’s determined to find the man again. A little cunning, a little cuteness and he’ll not only have his man, but his muse, too.

Their meeting might have only lasted a moment, but the sizzles just might last forever.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

About Megan Slayer

More from Megan Slayer

For the Lucky Ducks

For JPZ

Chapter One

Chase kept his head down as he headed into the Commons. He loved when the weather changed and embraced the first warm spring day of April. Hell, he was happy to be able to wear his favorite flannel and T-shirt rather than being bundled up in layers.

He stopped at the light and waited for the signal to change. Too many students jaywalked in order to save precious minutes in getting to class. The Riordan College campus wasn’t that large and he saw no point in risking his life to save a moment or two. He could walk from the freshman dorm all the way over to the football stadium in a half an hour, tops.

When the light changed, he crossed the street. He looked forward to time spent in the Commons. Everyone seemed to collect there. Being almost fourteen acres, there was plenty of space for any kind of gathering. A five-piece brass ensemble played at one corner and a girl with her guitar serenaded passersby on the opposite corner. A gaggle of students played hacky sack by the fountain, and kids rode skateboards along the sidewalk. People sat on the various swings and benches. An artist had an easel set up across from the college chapel.

The character of the Commons always sparked Chase’s muse. He loved to sit at one of the picnic tables and write in his notebook. The peace of the greenspace helped him concentrate.

He spotted a pair of guys from his Sociology class walking hand-in-hand in front of him. A twinge of jealousy hit. He missed being in a relationship. He liked being part of a twosome, but his last boyfriend, Karl, had told him he wasn’t a good boyfriend. He’d tell Chase he was a hopeless romantic who couldn’t handle romance. He’d never explained how Chase couldn’t handle it and Chase gave up arguing with him. Was it so bad to want someone without having to worry about sharing that person? Chase didn’t think so.

Oh well. Karl was happy in Indiana now. Chase couldn’t remember why his ex had left college, and didn’t truly care.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept walking. He’d be early to class, but he always was. He couldn’t handle being late. Karl had called his tendency a failing and claimed Chase couldn’t be spontaneous. Lateness had nothing to do with spontaneity.

He crossed the circle in the middle of the Commons. There wasn’t anything magical about the rainbow-colored circle, other than being painted on the asphalt in the exact center of campus, but Chase liked to imagine crossing it took him through a portal to another world.

When he looked up from the rainbow on the circle, he spotted a man striding toward him. Chase’s breath lodged in his throat. He’d never seen anyone like this man.

Vibrant blue eyes, pink hair styled in a mohawk pompadour, full contoured makeup giving him an effeminate air, but with a dark beard and a brooding quality to him. His zebra print jacket hugged his upper body like a second skin, and he walked with a confidence Chase wished he could bottle. He reminded Chase of a model on a catwalk.

Hi, Chase managed to stammer. He’d been encouraged to speak up more and meet new people. Why not try now? I love you. Oh shit. He didn’t know the guy or even what love was, yet he’d blurted the words anyway. So much for looking cool and meeting people. Now he’d made a fool of himself.

Oh, doll. The man winked. I love you, too. He swatted Chase’s arm as he passed and didn’t break stride. He kept going across the Commons.

Chase stopped in his tracks. He needed to know the guy’s name. He’d never met anyone like this man and wanted to strike up a friendship. When he turned, the guy was gone.

Like a mirage.

Chase hurried back to the circle. Jesus. The campus wasn’t that big and there weren’t many places to hide. Where’d the guy go?

Shit.

Chase shook his head and hurried to his creative writing class. Maybe if he wrote down the details about the guy, he’d remember him enough to look for him later. Who was he kidding? He’d never forget this meeting, or that man.

A few minutes later, he walked into the classroom. His friends Tandy and Dean were already there.

You’re late, Tandy said. Well, late for you. We were worried.

What happened? Dean asked. Did you get lost? You’re pale. Did something happen?

No. He sat with them at the round table and pulled out his tablet. I saw this guy—

There are guys everywhere. Tandy laughed. So? He made you freak out? Or was he hot?

This one... He stared at his friends. How could he explain? The man was gorgeous.

Oh? Dean closed his backpack. Tell me more. Name?

I don’t know his name. He sank back in his chair. It happened so fast.

What did we tell you about hooking up at the club? Dean shook his head. You’ll catch something that way. At least get a name, and if he’s clean.

It wasn’t like that, Chase said. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d visited the clubs. I passed this guy in the Commons. Tall, blue eyes, pink pompadour...just beautiful. I didn’t think I had a thing for guys with makeup, but it worked for him and I can’t stop thinking about the meeting.

Tandy sighed. Sounds like he’s a unicorn.

Huh?

He doesn’t exist, she said. You made him up.

I didn’t. He hated when she didn’t believe him. I talked to him.

Why didn’t you get his name? Dean asked. What did you say to him? Nothing? You need to speak up more, man. You need to go for what you want instead of watching the world pass you by.

I said I love you. The tips of his ears burned.

You’re serious? Tandy’s eyes widened. Chase. She pinched the bridge of her nose. If he doesn’t think you’ve lost your mind, it’ll be impressive.

I know. I should’ve said something more intelligent. He didn’t regret what he’d said, but he did regret telling his friends about the incident. Although if he could redo the moment, he would’ve instantly asked the man’s name. Maybe he wasn’t that exciting to the man. Anything was possible. For all he knew, the guy was being nice and going with the situation, rather than making a scene.

What’d he say to you? Dean asked. Tell you to go to hell?

He said he loved me, too. The whole conversation was spontaneous. Wouldn’t old Karl be shocked? It was a perfectly sweet moment.

I thought you were kidding, but you’re not. Tandy clapped her hands. A mystery love. That’s awesome—if he doesn’t think you’re nuts.

It’s not awesome, Chase said. "I’ve never seen this guy before today, and I don’t know his name. I don’t know how to get in contact with him or if he’s even a student here. Could be a transfer, could be someone passing through. The whole thing is so far out there...