“Do you know that I love you? I didn’t say it back earlier, and then other shit got in the way.” Locke claimed my mouth, stealing my breath with a bruising kiss. “Brother, you’re not a soul who needs words.” I knew other men like that. But I wasn’t Saint. Not even close. And I wanted to hold Locke’s face and tell him, again, that I loved him. I wanted to go outside and scream it at the sea.
