Chapter 43

Quinn leaned back where he sat, resting his head on Aaron’s thighs. He looked up at the boy he’d loved since he was a teenager and wondered how being with Aaron now could hurt this much. The elusive memories of that summer had started to feel like a utopia of sorts. Like it couldn’t have been as good as he remembered it.

But he saw it there, in Aaron’s eyes, even now. Even after a decade of fucked up distance, tragedy, and getting hurt in various ways. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Aaron’s face did something extremely complicated, then he smiled sadly. “Yeah.” It was as close to a declaration Quinn was going to get right now, and that was okay.

“I have to go,” Quinn said and pushed himself upright. “I need to find a way to figure out how much Ian knows. Arthur too.”

“It can’t be easy, having to keep stuff from them when they’re your family.”