He wriggled down into the bed so he could cuddle Colby more, and picked up the closest arm and kissed Colby’s wrist, over one of those fading pinkened places. Colby’d let him do that. No, not let him. Actively wanted to try. Had come screaming Jason’s name.
He hoped the renovations to this inn’d included excellent soundproofing. Nobody’d complained, so he figured they were okay.
He couldn’t quite believe it’d all come true. Everything he’d planned, everything he’d hoped for, had all gone right. Even more than he’d planned had gone right. He had Colby in his arms and in his future. Almost unbelievable, except it was true. That yes was true.
Colby yawned, smiled, nestled into being held. His hair frisked up to kiss Jason’s cheek; his scarves remained tied to the bedposts. Under fireglow a
