Chapter 13
He shivered a little as that comprehension sank in, and he liked that too.
The hint of dreamy surrender wreathed around his thoughts and left them pleasantly fuzzy. The denial settled like weighty rainbows, a blanket of color holding him down. He could be good for Jason. He could
He could be himself, and he could be good, and he could be loved.
Jason’s borrowed cot, no longer needed, stood over in the corner. With closed eyes, Colby couldn’t glance at it, but he imagined it was cheering them on. His erection lingered, hard and heated, but that became less important, almost secondary: he did not need to do anything about it in order to feel splendid, and cherished, and as if he belonged right here.
Happy endings, he thought once more, drowsily. Not simple or easily written, but worth fighting for. Worth finding. Worth holding onto.