“I do need you.”
“I like it when you kiss me. Just like that. I like you. I always loved you, but I realized I liked you, after you came back. After we started—um, us. You weren’t a magician or a god or a flawless faultless genius. Which you are. A genius. But. You were doing your best, and you were hurting, and you were real, and brave, and I kept wanting to make you smile.”
Cade kissed him again; kissed him until they ended up panting and brimming over with desire, thrumming like the tide. “You do. You always do. You know what to say. When I don’t. You know me.”
“If you’ll let me,” Jeremiah said, lying happily beneath him, wrists willingly pinned under Cade’s hands. “I want to.”
“I love you,” Cade told him, promised him, vowed into the next kiss: a fealty of lips. “I want everything
