“Marcus.” I repeat his name, but it’s not a question this time. It’s a call. An invocation. His gaze flicks up from our joined hands to my face, and he takes a step closer to me. “Yeah, angel?” “I love you.” Something shifts in his face, and his smile is fucking breathtaking. It’s like his features have been half in shadow ever since I met him, and now I’m looking at them in full light, seeing every single detail clearly. Seeing all of him. I remember thinking once that the word “love” wasn’t enough to contain everything I feel for this man and the two friends he calls his brothers. But it
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