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Liam

Jonah’s breathing had leveled out some minutes ago, the near-constant crease that lived between his brows smoothed out in a rare show of peace.

Liam wasn’t far behind. He could feel his own eyelids starting to sag, dipping into his vision with each slow, lethargic blink. Some rational part of his mind—growing quieter by the second—urged him to get up and pull Jonah’s legs up onto the bed, to lift him into a proper position and cover him so they could both get a more restful sleep. He wanted to, but he was so, so, delightfully drunk, and his limbs felt so heavy and somehow, he was comfortable right where he was.

Mostly, the idea of letting go of Jonah’s hand for any amount of time, for any reason, was an absolute deal breaker.

“I have another confession,” he whispered into the silent room .

Liam let his eyes trail over the profile of Jonah’s face; the long, sloped nose, the cupid’s bow of his lip, the eyelashes that kissed the skin of his cheek with his eyes closed and a jawline that was just a little more pronounced than it should have been. Liam tightened his hand around Jonah’s.

The alcohol was a sedative quickly pulling him under, but Liam knew, even then, that wasn’t the reason for the warmth that flowered in his chest.

“I think I might accidentally love you.”