Overcoming addiction hasn’t been a cake walk, and finding self-worth after choosing the path that landed me at rock bottom? Damn near impossible. For me, sex and booze go together like PB&J, so staying clean means no hookups. AA meetings help me stay the course…until a lip-glossed twink walks in and threatens my willpower. Chase is a summer rainstorm, washing away the dust from a too-long drought. He makes me crave the things I’ve set behind me, causing a restlessness I recognize. A new addiction. However, giving in to my desire for Chase will land me back in the hole I crawled from, a place I know I won’t escape a second time. And I’ll never forgive myself if I drag him down along with me.