#Rev (GearShark, #2)

by Cambria Hebert

Love is in the details. It’s in the everyday. It’s the way you treat someone when they aren’t even looking and the way they fill your head when you’re apart.

“I’m talking about anyone who hates on people who are gay. Who loves someone of the same sex. Those people might not be quite as unstable as Zach, but they’re just as dangerous. Anyone who uses the fact that a person loves another person as some kind of weapon or reason to be a douche bag isn’t right in the head.”

“You don’t turn your back on love.” He went on without missing a beat. “Love isn’t easy, not for anyone, but you don’t push it away. You hold even tighter.”

“Just remember, all flags tremble in the wind, but they still keep flying.”

It was definitely hard to love someone. But with Drew, it was impossible to stop.

“You found something some people wait their entire life for. I’d much rather you be happy and so in love with a man than have some mediocre relationship with a woman.”

All it took was the sound of his voice. A look. A single gesture. Trent possessed some kind of ability to turn me inside out with the greatest of ease. That’s how I felt just then. Turned inside out. Shaken, not stirred. All because he wanted to look at me. It was borderline insane. But it was the best goddamned feeling I’d ever known.

“I’d been nervous about it until tonight,” he admitted. I nodded, understanding. “Why not tonight?” I asked. “I almost lost you.” Sometimes he spoke so honestly it made me ache. “It made me realize the only thing I was truly scared of was anything you weren’t around for.”

I learned something last night, though, in the midst of the eight ball, the fighting, and the breaking up. Even during the sex. Oh my God, the sex… Pull it together, Trent.

Drew and I were stronger together. I was stronger with him than I would ever be apart. He gave me strength. I gained courage from his love.

T made a sound and glanced over his shoulder. “I thought you went home.” “Have you seen the way you fill out my shirt?” I teased. “I’d follow you anywhere.”

kissing Drew was like drinking water from the sea. The more I drank, the thirstier I became. So I kissed him endlessly;

“I see you, Trent,” he answered. “Even if I went blind right now, I’d still see you,” I echoed. The side of his mouth curved up. “Always gotta one-up me, don’t ya, frat boy?”

Drew pulled back but kept hold of my hand to lead me past the king-size bed and into the bathroom. “I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight.” He reached out and grabbed my cock right through my open jeans. As if. With Drew, sleep was always the last thing on my mind.

Even though I’d met these people before, I couldn’t help but feel awkward, like this was a movie and I was in high school picking up this guy’s daughter for her very first date. But this wasn’t high school. This wasn’t my first date… and Drew wasn’t a girl.

All love was not created equal. It wasn’t a birthright. It wasn’t earned by blood. Love wasn’t guaranteed. Really pure love was hard to come by. It didn’t matter where it was found. All that mattered was that we held on when it was.

“How do you do it?” I asked. He turned away from the window and looked at me. “Do what?” “Shove down all the hurt I know you feel and try to shoulder mine, too.” He half smiled. “Shouldering yours makes mine feel lighter.”

I told Drew there was no way in hell we were sleeping apart again. My bossiness earned me a blowjob. That got rid of my shit mood real fast.

Sneaking out while everyone is occupied. See you at home. PS: Couldn’t find my pants so I took yours. PSS: I miss you like a fry misses ketchup —F

“Stop it,” he said, turning toward me. “What?” “Thinking about being inside me. You’re making me crazy.”

In a perfect world, it would have stayed like that. We all know perfection in life is very rare. Unless of course you’re a crispy, warm French fry dunked generously in Heinz ketchup.

Someday I was going to ask him how he stayed so calm. Someday I wanted to know why he was so much more protective of me than himself. Because he loves you more than himself.

It wasn’t just love. It was #TrewLove. PS: Get it? That’s our ship name. #Trew. PSS: Don’t tell anyone I gave us a ship name.

Finally, it seemed like shit was settling down. We weren’t weighed down with the worry of telling people or hiding. We weren’t stressed and looking over our shoulders. We were back to being what we always were: best friends. Except now it was better.

I used to wonder what I did to deserve the life I had. I wondered why I was being punished. Deep down, I wasn’t really happy. Now I wondered how I got so goddamned lucky. I realized everything I ever felt and went through was to bring me here. To Drew. To who I really was. Deep down, I knew true happiness.

Three days was too long, too long to go without seeing my person. I was attached to his face.

“I didn’t get you anything,” I murmured, wishing I had. “You get me something every day just by being in my life.” “Braeden’s right,” I said. “We’re like a damn Nicholas Sparks movie.”