“Justin,” Kris said again. “You…”
“I love you.” He held out both hands; Kris took them, gradual as a revelation but without hesitating. Justin wasn’t hesitating either. He knelt on the rug between Kris’s legs, jeans still unfastened and not caring about that, buoyed up by the sheer rightness of the moment. He knew what he wanted. He knew. “I think I’ve been in love with you forever. I don’t mean back when I was a kid with all the posters and the fantasies. Or that too, but more. When we got to be friends. When I got to know who you are. You make the world get up and dance and sing along. And then you bring me baked goods.”
“Always,” Kris breathed. “Always.”
“You always made me feel like I could be myself. Like it wouldn’t ever matter to you, what I was or what any rumors said. Only whet
