Ella Frank

Robbie’s lips parted on a soft gasp, shock entering his eyes as they stared at one another and Priest said, “I’m not sure you understand just how much you mean to us, Robert. How much having you here this weekend means to him. I don’t think I’ve told you that before, but I love how you are with him. You understand what he needs when he needs it, and every time you give it, I find myself trying to work out exactly what we need to do to make this—to make you—permanent in our lives.”

Priest traced his thumb over Robbie’s lips, memorizing their shape and texture, and then he leaned in and kissed them. “Somewhere in these past few months, I lost my mind over you, Robert Bianchi. It’s only now that my heart’s beginning to catch up.”