Now, when I put my cheek on his shoulder, it’s only Tommy I smell, and it’s only his flesh I feel against mine. I lay my palm in the center of his smooth, bare chest and feel for his heartbeat. “I love you,” he murmurs against my hair before kissing my head. For the first time in my life, it’s easy to tell someone, “I love you too,” because it’s Tommy. And Tommy really is special.
