Jono’s thumb skimmed over his cheek in slow strokes. “It can wait.” “It really can’t. I won’t use you like how Ethan uses Hannah. For fuck’s sake, I just said—” “I know what you said,” Jono interrupted. “But it’s okay, love.” Patrick stared at him in disbelief, digging his fingers into the back of Jono’s hand. “How is this okay?” “Because the Fates gave me to you,” Jono said slowly. “I think that’s why Marek brought me here. For you.”
