“I love your mama, buddy.” There might be years of unanswered questions piled between us, and several challenges ahead, but my feelings for Presley remain constant. “Me too?” His sapphire eyes are filled with so much hope. The lump in my throat is a fiery ball that demands attention. I can’t concentrate on the numerous reasons why voicing his suspicion aloud is a bad idea. Fuck the repercussions. “Yeah, little man. I love you too.”
