Adam pulled Noah close until they were almost nose to nose. “I like all your pieces. I like you soft and I like you tough. You see all my pieces, too, you know? You see things about me even my family doesn’t. Letting somebody see you isn’t a bad thing if you can trust them.” Noah swallowed hard. “And you trust me?” “Yes. Do you trust me?” Noah nodded. “Yes,” he said, voice thick.
