“You can never love me,” he blurted. Oh. That. Adam reached out and took Noah’s hand. “I don’t know what love feels like. I don’t know what empathy or guilt feel like. But I know this: I want to fuck you and fight with you and fight for you and make up with you and make out with you and eat Greek food naked with you. Is that enough?” Noah blinked rapidly before looking away. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s enough.”
