DJ Jamison really knows how to write great New Adult stories. I pretty much loved everything about this book. Benji has had a crush on his brother’s best friend, Ace, for years but knew that nothing could ever come of it because Ace is straight.

The story is told in first person POV with a few more chapters by Benji than Ace. I love the blurb for the book so much, but in case it’s not readily understood, Ace didn’t really send that letter because he was too afraid to let Benji know how he feels.

Ace gets close to Benji after Benji’s brother takes an internship in Chicago leaving Benji away at college and on his own. Ace steps in to keep an eye on Benji but it soon turns into more. Ace has had thoughts about guys before but has never acted on them. How his body is reacting to Benji has him questioning his sexuality even more.

After being stood up for a date Benji seems so forlorn that Ace wants to do something to make him happy. He comes up with the idea of sending little things to him as his Secret Admirer. When it looks like Benji might be interested in one of Ace’s frat brothers, Ace realizes he needs to step up and do something or risk losing his chance to have a relationship with Benji.

The story has lots of feels in it and I couldn’t put it down. Benji’s brother has to adjust his thinking regarding Ace’s relationship with his brother but their mother and father are accepting right of the bat. Ace’s family sucks – always wanting money from him, but his step father actually says some nice things to him near the end of the story.

I nearly forgot to mention the amazing epilogue that DJ wrote for Ace and Benji. We get to see what they’re up to a couple of years in the future and there might even be a surprise!

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ACE

“Is my brother a deal-breaker?” he asked.

I sucked in my bottom lip, feeling torn. I wanted him like crazy. I’d had plenty of time to feel attraction for guys, to get a bit curious and wonder… and my body was fully down to fuck, regardless of the fact I’d never been with a guy. But fucking Benji was a big deal. Jeremy expected me to protect his virtue, not throw him on the bed and ravish him.

“Ace?”

I let out an unsteady breath. “He should be. But fuck, Benji, I really like you.”

“You can never lie to me again.”

“I won’t.”

“And you’ll let me handle my brother,” he said.

I parted my lips to object, but he was full of fire — not anger this time, but something else, something more enticing — and I couldn’t find the words. He must have seen the answer in my eyes. He tilted forward, and I met him for a long overdue kiss.

He was sweet, both tentative and eager as his lips parted under mine. Despite leading our conversation, he let me take over as soon as our mouths connected. I savored the soft feel of his lips, the hitch in his breathing as my tongue met his, the small sound of surrender as the kiss deepened.

“Whoa,” he said, voice filled with wonder, when I pulled back for a breath. His green eyes were bright, his cheeks rosy with a blush. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Yeah?” I murmured, feeling a bit of my old ego restored at his reaction. “Just wait.”

I took his mouth again, and this time he met me with more confidence, pushing his tongue against mine, clutching at my shoulders.

The kiss grew wet and desperate.

I grabbed his head, holding him in place to better devour him, and he pushed his hands under my shirt, feeling up my stomach to my chest. When his fingers grazed my nipples, I shivered. When he raked his nails over my abs, I moaned and thrust my hips against his. I felt his hardness behind his zipper.

Fuck yes.

It sent a thrill through me. He wanted me, and I didn’t have to question it. He was hard, just like me. Male, just like me. It was strangely erotic, knowing he was aching in exactly the same way I was.

I pushed him onto the bed, loving the feel of him pinned under me. When we needed air, I moved my lips to the creamy skin of his neck. God, I loved his skin, so fucking pale and soft.

His fingers were tangled in my hair, holding me against him, as he thrust his hips up. I could feel his cock jabbing my stomach, and I didn’t care one fucking bit. I thought maybe I’d be weirded out, like maybe I’d need to adjust to having a guy under me instead of a girl, but it didn’t matter.