I hope the two of you have an amazing week at the inn. You’re lucky to have found one another. Use the enclosed gift card for a date night. Let the host at Bomber’s know Dane and Brook sent you. They’ll take good care of you.
That was… fuck, that was pretty damn amazing. I rested my hand on the back of the loveseat when Trevor sat down next to me. It only took him a few seconds to take the hint and curl up against my side. “I think it’s their way of trying to help out a broke gay couple in love. I was pretty convincing when I was begging him to rent us the room.”
“But why would they do that?” Trevor was getting better about being out but he still struggled sometimes. He couldn’t fathom living in a world where no one gave a shit about who people were sleeping with, much less one where someone would give total strangers a gift card for a night out.
“Who knows.” I kissed the side of his head. “Maybe something about our story resonated with them. Maybe they’ve been where we are. The big thing here is to remember that even when we have shit going on at home, there are people out there who won’t look at us and see anything wrong with loving each other.”
“That’s because they don’t know the truth,” Trevor argued. I couldn’t wait for the day the shit his mother said didn’t bother him. We’d made so much progress and I really thought we were past it, but then, there she was again.
I tightened my arms around his torso, pulling him onto my lap. “The only truth that matters is that we’re the luckiest men in the world. We didn’t have to look for love because it was always there in front of us.”
“I guess you’re right,” he conceded, resting his head against mine.
“I know I am.”
