Chapter 90
Ever-present English rain hummed around them. Wrapped in dry historic estate walls and the best efforts of set decorators, Colby ran hands along Jason’s biceps, shoulders, chest. His back did not hurt, much; nothing hurt, not like this. Not even Leo’s ear-to-ear grin could interfere
“So,” Jason murmured, close enough for the words to be physical, nose bumping Colby’s. “That’s out there.”
“It is.”
“We did that.”
“We did.” He gathered after-the-fact courage; he held onto Jason. He thought about happy endings, and writing, and stories, and confessions. “I love doing this with you as well.”
“Ready!” Jill called over. “Now that you’ve broken the internet, that is.”
“Have we? Oh dear.”
“Thoroughly,” Leo contributed, smirking. “You should see the reactions already coming in. So many reactions. Everybody loves you two.”
“Well, then.” Colby smiled at him, at the world, at Jason. “Tell them we love them as well. And each other.”