Everything. All of me, every part. My heart, my body, my molecules, my atoms. My past, my present, my future. My dreams, my hopes, all of it, every single thing; they all belonged to Shea. I didn’t fucking deserve him, and this was most likely going to end in disaster, but could anything be worse than last night? If we tried—if I tried, as hard as I could—was it possible that we could do this? And could I, somehow, be the man for him?
