“And maybe I love you a little bit, too.”
“Just a little bit?”
“Let’s not get carried away here.”
Jayden laughed wetly, kissing the damp T-shirt under his cheek and twining their fingers together again. “One day, you’ll talk about your feelings.”
“I do,” Darren protested. “Just not the sappy ones. I’m not a romance novel.”
“Pity.” Jayden dared to pinch him, and Darren squirmed away with a breathless laugh that was three parts humour, one part discomfort. “I do, you know. I mean it. Darren, I mean it, I love you.”
Darren stroked his fingers through Jayden’s hair, disturbing the stiff spray, and for once, his face was completely open.