Rhys felt at peace with his confession, especially since every time their eyes met, the flush on Emerson’s cheeks would deepen all over again. That was enough to keep his spirits up for now. Because even if Emerson took more of his good old fucking time, Rhys knew with raw certainty that he held an essential place in Emerson’s heart. Knew in his gut that they meant something to each other, something goddamned profound.
