“Come on, Xander.” His voice is rough. “Do you really think I’d be fucking around as boyfriends and waiting until we can be together properly if I didn’t think you were the real thing? If I didn’t look ahead and see my future with you in it?” These shivery sort of nerves hit me. “The real thing?” His eyes look as wet as mine feel. “I’m trying to do right by my license, but what I feel for you … it’s too big. And I’m tired. I don’t think I can keep fighting it.”
