It Starts With a Phone Call - Havah Kinny (books to read this summer .txt) 📗

taking what he wants. He presses his lips full against Jesse’s, turning his body so that he can kiss the young man better, and Jesse is kissing him back.

There wasn’t doubt about whether or not Jesse would. Kai knew that he would. He could tell in the way Jesse had held him, in the way he’d said ‘I love you’ and he didn’t need the hesitation, so it was good that it wasn’t there. He didn’t need the hesitation. He didn’t need words. He didn’t need advice. He needed Jesse. And he had Jesse. He always had, it just took him until now to realize exactly how much he really did have Jesse. That he could tell Jesse to leave repeatedly and he would still be there. That he could throw a phone, a book, even, at Jesse and he would still be there. That he could tell Jesse that he hated him and Jesse would still love him. Jesse would still love him more than anything, because Jesse could tell that Kai didn’t mean it. Because Jesse could tell that Kai loved him too. More than anything. And that’s how it ends. With Jesse and Kai falling asleep on the couch. Loving each other more than anything.
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