“Tell me you love me,” he begs, and my heart aches for him. I hate that he needs that reassurance during this. He must feel vulnerable like this. “Look at me.” I wait until his eyes open. “I love you, Brendon. You are mine, always.” A tear trails from the corner of his eye into his hair, but I don’t take my gaze from his. In this moment, we are sharing the same air, finding pleasure and comfort in each other, and solidly in this second of time. Nothing matters but us, right here, right now.
