"I saw you naked."
"That was an accident."
"Still counts. I figure the Universe likes symmetry." <p/>Kieran Doyle is a liar. Small ones, mostly. "I'm fine. No one special. Everything's great." The kind of lies you tell the people you love when the truth feels like a weight only one of you should carry. <p/>He drove nine hours south with two dogs, a box of his mother's ashes, and thirty-two years of silence finally behind him. Encinitas wasn't the plan. Neither was accidentally saluting the shirtless man next door like a soldier reporting for duty. <p/>Rory Kline surfs at dawn, keeps aloe in the fridge like a functioning adult, and looks at Kieran like he might actually mean it. He's also built his life around something Kieran doesn't yet understand-and wanting him might be a mistake. <p/>But the walls of a duplex are thin. Conversations happen over fences. A jellyfish sting, a Taco Tuesday, and one catastrophic perineum sunning incident turn accidental glances into staying the night-and then wanting more. <p/>And when the truth finally surfaces, Kieran has to choose between doing what he's always done, or staying long enough to be known, disappointed, and loved anyway. <p/>We Are Just Us is a contemporary queer romance about grief, late-life coming out, and what it costs to stay.
