“I have another confession,” he whispered into the silent room. Liam let his eyes trail over the profile of Jonah’s face; the long, sloped nose, the cupid’s bow of his lip, the eyelashes that kissed the skin of his cheek with his eyes closed and a jawline that was just a little more pronounced than it should have been. Liam tightened his hand around Jonah’s. The alcohol was a sedative quickly pulling him under, but Liam knew, even then, that wasn’t the reason for the warmth that flowered in his chest. “I think I might accidentally love you.”
