Chapter 20

“Scotty, I don’t want to fight with you. That’s not what this is about.” Preston rubbed his temples in frustration. “I wanted to tell you that I want to be with you.”

He thought that would make Scott happy. That he would suddenly turn to Preston with his heartbreakingly beautiful smile and throw his arms around him and say how glad he was. That’s the scenario he’d played in his mind. Trouble was, Scotty never did what Preston expected.

Scott continued to look away from him and he closed his eyes. “What does that mean to you, Pres?” he asked softly.

He nodded. “It means I want to go on seeing you, being with you. I think—I think what we have these past few weeks has worked really well.”

“So, you mean you want nothing to change.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“I love you, Pres.”

“That’s—that’s wonderful,” Preston said, swallowing back the lump in his throat. He didn’t like the tone Scott used. It was off. Odd. He forced himself to ask, “Then you agree?”