Page 43 of When Ben Loved Jace (He Loved Him #2)

Ben’s fingers pulled back from the keyboard, shaking slightly from the intensity of the memories.

He’d known this wouldn’t be an easy book to write.

Especially from here on out. Stories thrive on conflict, and there had been so many years of happiness where he would rather remain.

He was tempted to lose himself in them completely—write page after page of pillow talk and cuddled confessions.

He could fill an entire series with the memories he and Jace had made with families and friends.

Or the trips they had taken together, stories that would only contain the occasional argument or misunderstanding.

The rest would simply be love.

Ben considered the framed photos on his desk.

All the cheerful faces there. His present life was happy too.

He didn’t want to neglect it for the past. So he would have to be selective.

Difficult times were ahead, challenges that had almost broken him.

He wasn’t looking forward to writing that part.

Ben’s eyes darted down to the ring on his finger and decided to linger, just a little longer, in some of those carefree days.

Smiling to himself, he poised his fingers above the keyboard once again and resumed his work.