JJ laughed through a breath and squeezed my fingers.
I turned to Nixx, who suddenly looked less comfortable than he’d been while complaining about furniture.
“Roy, you were my best friend long before we worked out the rest of this. I want to keep being the man who tells you when you’re wrong, even when you threaten to throw me through a window for it.”
“Frequently,” he muttered.
“I promise to stand beside you without becoming your shadow. I’ll tell you the truth, let you see mine, and choose you when we’re old enough to argue about whose hearing is worse. I want the years ahead with both of you, whether they’re exciting or so boring that we spend Saturday arguing about what belongs in the junk drawer.”
Nixx kissed me before I’d finished breathing. JJ stepped closer and held us, her fo
