Chapter 89
“You’re smiling.”
“I love you. You really want me to go out with the guys, tonight?”
“Yes, I do. Tell them I’ll see them next time, and I’m looking forward to it. I’ll work on this for a bit, and see you in a couple of hours, perhaps?”
“Okay.” Jason kissed him—not hard, but swift and clear and certain—and sat up. “I’ll go. I’ll come back. I’ll bring you some sort of interesting craft beer to try. I know you liked that barrel-aged vanilla bean mocha stout.”
“I like beer when it’s complex and dark and sweet, I think?”
“I like you.”
“I love you,” Colby told him. “Go have fun.”
Jason went, leaving at least half his heart nestled securely on the sofa with a laptop and a script and freshly-brewed cinnamon-roll coffee. He made sure to lock up, and double-checked on the way out; he texted Colby before moving, motorcycle purring. Just a heart, to say I love you