Chapter 13

How did the old saying go?

You don’t truly know someone until you live with them.

What if there are annoying habits he has or vice versa, Makai pondered. Would he be able to overcome them and focus on loving every aspect of Nolan, every little thing that made him the person he was? Why did he constantly feel the need to overthink things when he should be basking in this moment, letting it wash over and through him, and bring him a sense of calm? Nolan loved him, what else mattered?

“There, it’s done,” Nolan declared. “Or at least I think it is, will you read it?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes. Though you gifted it to me, this book is as much yours as it is mine. This,” he said, running his hand down the page, “is a beautiful way to celebrate us. I wish I was a hopeless romantic like you and thought of things like this, it’s an amazing gesture. And I want to keep adding to it. Together.”

“I like the sound of that.”