Maybe this is enough. Simon. Finally. Beside me. Maybe it’s too much. Maybe I’m the one getting lost . . . (This is what I wanted, but I didn’t know what it was like. His heart is beating in my throat. His hands are everywhere. His tail. He has so many ways to hold on to me.) I push his face away from mine. “I need—” “What do you need, babe?” I hold on to his cheeks. “I need you to know that I’m not disappointed in you.” “Baz, it’s okay. I know.” “I believe in you.” I cover his mouth, so he’ll listen. “Simon, I believe in you.” He doesn’t try to argue. Not right away. His face looks so red
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