Justin smothered an open-mouthed cry as his fingers dug into Wes’s chest. “Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.” Stubble grazed his forehead. Lips ghosted over his hair. “Tu es mon plus grand amour…” Wes’s voice was broken, fractured and catching on his words, but it was there. His shaking fingers curled around Justin’s hand. “Justin…”
