Wish (Westbrook Elite #3)

I don't know how I went from saying I didn't want any more angst to the stormy seas of this series (pun intended--they're swimmers? get it? no? okay...). Also, I'm full-on aware that I skipped the first two books in the series. I'm not playing around right now, and my heart needed all of the gay. ANYway, this is Cambria Herbert's Westbrook Elite series. The third book (my first--m/m is superior (yes, I said it)) is titled "Wish."

["For me, choice might as well be a wish.

My parents died in a fiery car crash when I was barely sixteen.
I’m gay.
I’m also totally in love with my brother.
I didn’t choose any of that. In fact, I’ve tried like hell to deny it. But here I am in all my gay, brother-loving, no-parentals glory.
Technically, Max isn’t my brother. Not by blood anyway. That should make it less ick, right?
Considering he calls my parents mom and dad, probably not.
Also, did I mention he’s straight?
So that’s me: the freestyle swimmer doing my best to keep my sexuality on the down-low while simultaneously wishing my feelings for Max will evaporate into thin air.
Too bad he acts like he’s my keeper and my heart shakes every time his eyebrow ring glints in the sun or he levels his opaque stare on me with an intensity matched by nothing else.
My desire to keep my personal life personal drowns at the bottom of the pool when a fellow Elite lets everyone in on my business, which throws Max into macho protective mode all over again.
Enough is enough, though. I’m forcing myself to move on.
Maybe the best way to forget about my forbidden crush is to find a new one.
I have options. More than I realized.
Unfortunately, none of them are leather-wearing, tattoo-sporting, motorcycle-riding grumpholes.
So here I am wishing for Max while someone else wishes for me.
Someone who decides if they can’t have me…
No one will."]

The whole moon and stars metaphor? The whole hanging the moon thing?! D: Wes literally hung the moon (albeit a plastic, glow-in-the-dark one, but still). He. Hung. The. Moon. With Max's help. Shut up and let me cry (also, I'm most definitely stealing that idea, ngl).

These two did not know how to communicate. Not really. It was a back and forth, yelling and pining and jealousy fueled mess. They both wanted the same thing, but they were both ashamed of their feelings (as if the "step-brothers trope" isn't a thing). It was slow burn...until it was just burn.

Once they succumbed to their feelings and the reality of their love, they burned bright and loud and proud and out. It was glorious and beautiful and spicy as fuck (like...*sigh*...so fucking good). I...I can't. I love them. I want more of them. I want to see Win get his HEA (binging the next book--binging all of Cambria's books).

Trigger Warnings: homophobia, car accidents, hospital stays, domestic abuse, violence, assault, stalking, attempted sexual assault, and more

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