Chapter 54
Colby said, “Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“I quite like your sexy legs as well.”
Jason, at this, went off to Cherry’s repair-artist hands for makeup assistance on the wings of laughter: supported by Colby’s grin.
They went again. He ran in. He caught Colby’s hand in his. He pleaded for Will to awaken. He heard his voice crack, and let it.
He sank down on the bed, and breathed, “I’m here, Will, I’ve made it, I’ve come home to you, you can’t leave me now, damn it—”
Colby’s eyelashes fluttered, lifting. Colby’s battered-harp voice breathed back, “I must be alive, you’re swearing at me—” and Jason bent down on a sob and kissed him.
Water purred through the air, and candlelight painted the bedposts in chiaroscuro: light and dark entwined as two hearts, as Jason’s hand coming up to stroke Colby’s hair.
Jill’s “Cut” landed quietly, without disturbing the peace.