#Chapter46
And if the way Jackson gasped softly, his eyes slowly opening when they pulled away, he had felt the same.
/"I just needed to know that,/" Sly whispered at last. /"Because I'm not sure if I am Little or not, and I just wanted to know where that would have left us if I just couldn't find that side of me. But . . . if you promise it would be okay if I didn't have that side of me, I promise to try and find out./"
His answer was another kiss. It ignited the oddest of sensations in Sly's chest. In his bones: it said 'you're home'.
/"You mean that?/" Jackson said as he pulled away. His hands still held his cheeks, and Sly's hands had wound up tangled in his shirt. /"You really mean that you'd be willing to try for me?/"