I reach for his hand and thread our fingers together, holding his hand against my thigh while I turn back to the game. It takes me a few minutes to realize he’s quiet. Too. Damn. Quiet. When I look at him, he’s smiling at me, but I have no idea why. “What?” “You’re holding my hand.” I look down at our hands and smile at it. It was so natural that I didn’t pause to think about it. He’s it for me, and I’m done keeping him a secret. With our eyes locked together, I speak my truth. “I love you, Brendon, and I’m done hiding it.” I don’t know how, but his smile gets bigger, brighter. “You’re my
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