“I love you,” he whispered. The moon didn’t fall, and the grasses didn’t wither, and Nick didn’t wake up. He didn’t stare at Colton and curl his lip, sneer at him, demand to be let out of the truck. “I love you,” he whispered again, this time to Nick’s hand as he kissed the bend of his thumb. He rolled Nick’s hand carefully, then planted a kiss on Nick’s ring finger. One day, I hope. He held Nick’s hand and listened to his lover’s steady, gentle breathing for the rest of the moon-drenched drive.
