He Said Please, Sir. Rami Said Yes. Chapter 5 of Hold Fast was supposed to be a cuddle date. No expectations, Rami said. Just come over. Danny will pick you up at eight. And it was a cuddle date — for a while. Jason tucked against Rami’s chest in the dark, the city glittering forty…
Beyond Immunity Chapter 1: Seen Marcus Hale didn’t mean to stare. He just wanted whiskey for a long weekend. Instead, he found himself completely unable to look away from the tallest, most magnetic man he’d ever seen — and doing a terrible job of hiding it. Solomon noticed. What happens next moves fast. A parking…
Boyfriends Get Spoiled. Rami Moretti doesn’t do sentimental. He’s made that very clear — to himself, at least. And yet. Chapter 4 of Hold Fast opens with him texting his butler to clear out a closet for Jason before he’s even left for the airport. He has no idea how much I’m going to spoil…
Real. Fucking. Diamonds. Jason Clarke has been on exactly two dates with Rami Moretti. He’s already in over his head — and he knows it. Chapter 3 of Hold Fast is Tuesday night: the second date, the one Rami spent all week planning without Jason knowing. A black SUV at 7 PM sharp. A driver…
What Happens When You Belong to Someone A first look at what’s coming next from Roman Henry You’ve been reading Hold Fast. You know what it means to want something so badly you can’t look away from it. What comes next is different. Bigger. Deeper. Further from home — in every sense of that phrase….
You Thought You Knew Him. You Didn’t. Last week we met Jason — nervous, underdressed, completely unprepared for the man waiting for him at that pizza place in Queens. This week, Hold Fast flips the camera. Chapter 2 is Rami’s. The SUV door closes. He’s already smiling before he realizes it. And then we’re inside…
He Wasn’t What I Expected. That Was the Problem. Hold Fast is live on Ream — and Chapter 1 just set the bar. Jason Clarke is twenty-three years old, freshly transplanted to New York, and deeply out of his element. He’s the kind of guy who sweats through his only decent shirt on a blind…
You know the kind of man I’m talking about. The one who takes your hand like he’s already decided. Who orders the wine without looking at the price, who texts at midnight not to apologize but to tell you exactly what he’s thinking. Who looks at you across a restaurant and makes you feel like…
