“Okay. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to say. And I practiced it. So I want to say it.” “You practiced it?” “Yes.” “Well by all means, let’s hear it.” Ryan stood and set his mug on Fabian’s desk. “The thing is—” He paused, already lost. “These past few months—” Damn it. “I know we haven’t—” He sighed, and then cursed under his breath. “Ryan.” Fabian stood and placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything.” Ryan shook his head. “I’m in love with you.” He swallowed. “I had to say that. Just that.”
