Luca threw himself at Cope, and Cope caught him easily. Luca cried in earnest now. They were tears of relief and of letting go. “I love you,” Luca hiccupped. “I love you, too,” Cope whispered. “More than you’ll ever know.” Every piece of myself that I’d been holding back lost itself to Cope in that moment. Every wall I’d been desperately clinging to crumbled. And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I was in love with Cope. And that would never change.
