Beautiful and his. He wasn’t taking starlight for granted, not ever again. “I promise,” whispered Harvard. “I mean it. You can trust me.” Aiden smiled, grasping hold of Harvard’s shirt collar, pulling him down. His hands slipped inside Harvard’s shirt. When Aiden’s fingers brushed skin, Harvard gasped, and Aiden made a soft noise, wordless encouragement, only the first of many loving, lovely sounds to come. Aiden said, “Always have.”
