Chapter 39

He closed the cover of his tablet and set it on the coffee table. Then he blew out a breath and pushed himself to his feet. All around the living room, there were stark reminders of Luke. But now they brought him a different kind of comfort—something he never expected. Having Luke there felt like an acceptance.

Avery smiled and headed to the bedroom to pack. It was ridiculous, and maybe he was attributing his own wants and desires to his perceptions. But he knew Luke wouldn’t have wanted him to stop loving. It was time to see if he still could.

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Later that night, just before Avery crawled into bed, he stood in front of his dresser. His heart was pounding, but he knew he was ready. With deliberate care, he slipped the chain from around his neck. Then he opened the clasp and let the heavy platinum ring slide into his palm. Tears prickled in his eyes as he turned the ring until he could read the faded inscription on the inside.

Always.