“I want to give him everything, and the things I can’t give, I want him to take.” He’s my prince. Fierce and fragile and tender and cruel. But, of course, I couldn’t say that aloud. So I cleared my throat into yet another silence. “Come on, then, take the piss. What are you waiting for?” Sam held up his hands. “I got nuthin’. That was beautiful.” “Oh shut up.” “I’m serious. If it works for you, then it works.”
