“Are you happy with Colton? Does being with him make you happy?” He stared at Justin over the tips of his fingers. White-hot, ignite the stars, watch Colton sleep to hold on to every single moment. Dreams he wouldn’t let himself color in, as if refusing to imagine them would stop his heart from falling that much farther. “Happier than I’ve ever been. I didn’t know I could feel this way for anyone. Especially not a man.” Justin tried to smile. It was weak, strained. “Maybe you’re gay on your son’s side.”
