Chapter 9
Nolan waited anxiously, fiddling with the edge of a blanket, wondering if the words he wrote would abruptly end their relationship or be the beginning of a fight. The seconds stretched into minutes and the minutes seemed to go on for hours. At about the point where Nolan began to worry he might pass out from his own fretting, Makai closed the cover and set the book aside.
Here it comes, he thought. Here comes the breakup.
Makai scooted around until he was facing Nolan directly. He held out his hands. He hesitated, then followed suit, turning to face this man he loved with every fiber of his being, and allowed Makai to take hold of his hands. Their eyes met. He swallowed the pump forming in his throat, the one threatening to choke him. Was he sweating? Was his heart going to be
