“What I should have said is I love how you make me feel,” I say, slipping my fingers back inside his body. He pulls in a breath, arching his hips, his eyes never leaving mine. “I should have told you that you make me happy. And that I’m so grateful you trust me in this way.” “Joey,” he mouths, no sound accompanying the word. “I should have said you make my life brighter, bub. That every day you’re in it is better simply because it has you.”
