Chapter 63

“Avery,” Jacob sighs. His hands run down Avery’s arms and he slides off the bench to the floor. Avery catches him in a rough embrace. “Oh, Jesus, Avery. I’m so dead. I’m so—”

“Shh.” Avery sits on the floor and leans back against the wall, Jacob huddled between his legs. Avery holds him as if he wants to sear this press of their bodies into Jacob’s memory forever. “It’s okay, Jacob. It’s going to be all right, do you hear me? Everything’s going to be fine.”

Then, because he’s been dying to say it and because he thinks Jacob needs to hear it, he whispers, “I love you. Oh, God, I love you. I’m not letting them take you from me, do you hear? I’m not letting you go.”

Jacob cries.

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