Chapter 15

“It doesn’t hurt,” said Fionn.

Johnathan shook his head. “Not that.”

Fionn gave him a curious look. “Then what?”

“I’m sorry for being a thick farm lout. For telling you what you could and couldn’t love. For driving you away. For not trusting you. All that. I’m sorry.”

“It seems to have worked out all right in the end.” Fionn smiled and reached out to take Johnathan’s hand. “I think?”

“It seems so.” Johnathan smiled and, for the first time, it was he who leaned in, and kissed Fionn. “Stay here tonight?” he said, when the sweet, soft, wonderful kiss was done.

“Yes,” said Fionn simply. Then he leaned in for another kiss, holding Johnathan tight and folding his white wings around him. He should have been exhausted, and his chest still ached faintly beneath its bandage, but in this moment he didn’t care one bit. All he cared about was Johnathan in his arms, his at last.