He knew it wasn’t going to be an easy road. As far as Avery had come, he still had a ways to go. But Jameson knew he could support Avery through it. And when it was hard on Jameson—because he knew that would happen too—he was sure Avery would be there in return.
“So,” Jameson said, loathe to break the silence but needing to know, “are we going to do this?”
“Yes. I…yes.”
“We’ll work it all out.” Jameson kissed the top of his head. “I love you, Avery.”
* * * *
Later that night, Jameson laid awake while Avery slept soundly against him. He smiled as Avery snuffled and rolled over. The curtain fluttered in the breeze, and a shaft of light from the lamppost illuminated Avery’s features for a moment.
God, he was just so beautiful.