Sammy found himself in Emerson’s arms again, holding on for dear life. They clutched each other like a lifeline, like if they let go, they would drift away, and it left me feeling emptier, more bereft than I’d ever felt in my whole life. The older man kissed the top of Sammy’s head, told him he loved him, that it would be okay, and…and I fucking wanted. Maybe needed. That. Right there.
