The bacon was burning.
Saint didn’t care. He had Joshua pressed against the kitchen counter, one hand on his hip, the other braced beside his head. Their bodies were close enough that he could feel the heat rolling off Joshua’s skin through that thin t-shirt.
“Saint, what are you doing?” Joshua’s voice came out breathy, but he wasn’t pushing him away. His hands rested on Saint’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric like he couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or hold him back.
Saint looked him dead in the eyes. No more hiding. The words he’d swallowed for years finally came up.
“I’m in love with you, Josh. Have been for a long time. Years.”
Joshua’s eyes widened. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “You… what?”
Saint didn’t blink. “Every time you crash here, every ti
