“I’ll text Jill on your behalf,” Colby offered. “With my apologies.”
“I’m not technically late yet. How’re you…y’know…feeling?”
“Like I never want to move again, and also like—if you give me fifteen minutes—I can do anything. Bake biscuits for the entire crew. Write a new happy ending for—for a romance novel. Swim the English Channel. Learn magic. Is it like that for you? Do you need to shower? Do you want me to see about food while you do?”
I love you, Jason thought. I love that you talk after s*x. I love you and all your words.
Not deflection, this time. Pure bubbling-over happiness. He could see it. Could hear it.
“Yeah.” He rubbed Colby’s back. “Yeah. It’s like that for me. With you.”
“Oh,” Colby said, shy and pleased.
“I should probably shower…” He didn’t really have time, give
