Chapter 106
No. Couldn’t be what he thought. No. Yes. Could it? Maybe?
But he’d already asked, he’d done the asking, Colby’d said yes—and he knew Colby had loved beingasked, being wanted and cherished and claimed by someone—he knewColby hadn’t gotten as far as buying rings or planning a proposal, not because Colby wasn’t right there with him but because in that complicated head the whole idea of being loved had been so improbable for so long—
“Me,” Colby said. “And you. And, you see, the thing is—I loved you asking me, it was perfect, I loved everything about it, from our kitchen and the coffee to the book and the penis museum—”
“Sorry!”
“No, no, it was exactly right, that’s what I’m trying to say, it was everything I’d never even dared to imagine!”
“Wasit,” Jason grumbled, not with any force.