Zach nodded.
He’d fallen in love with Flynn. He doubted there was anyone on Earth who’d met him and not done the same.
“But then I screwed up,” Zach said. “And now… everything’s a mess. I wish I’d told him before. I wish I could tell himnow.”
“Well, here’s your chance.” Violet nodded to the front of the stall.
Zach turned, his eyes widening as he saw Flynn standing there, both hands stuffed in his pockets.
“Really?” he asked softly, awe making his eyes light up.
A lump formed in Zach’s throat, but he swallowed past it and stood up, squeezing past the stall beside them to stand in front of Flynn.
“Really,” he said, the pounding of his heart making him feel light-headed. “I love you. And I was just coming clean with Grandma about all this, because… becauseyou’remore important to me, but I wasn’t sure if…”
“You’re more important to me, too,” Flynn interrupted. “Than… than keeping Aiden happy. It’s one thing when he’s makingmemiserable, but I won’t let him make you miserable, too.”
Flynn fumbled in his pocket for a moment, then produced a shiny new brass key. “This is, uh… I changed the locks last night. After Aiden left. He doesn’t have a key anymore, and I’ve got a spare, and… it’s closer to school?”
“For me?” Flynn asked, staring at the key in Flynn’s hand, and then at the wedding ring he was still wearing.
His stomach flipped over, heart pounding in his chest. Was this really…?
“For you,” Flynn confirmed. “If you want it.”
The squeal that escaped Zach in response was entirely involuntary, but that didn’t stop him throwing his arms around Flynn’s neck and holding him close, squeezing him tight. He wasn’t planning on ever letting go again.
Not when he could have this.
“I want it,” he said, taking the key from Flynn’s hand and closing his fingers around it so tightly the teeth dug into his palm. He needed to feel it there. He needed to be sure it wasreal.
That he really could have Flynn, that he hadn’t lost him forever, that Flynn was willing to do something as huge as this for him.
Aiden had hurt both of them, but he was still Flynn’s brother. The fact that he’d just said Zach meantmorewould take a whole lot of getting used to.
“No pressure on like… moving in tomorrow, or anything. Just… my home is your home. Because you’ve kinda got my heart anyway. And you’re… family.”
Zach’s breath caught in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes.
Family.
He knew how important family was to Flynn.
“What I’m trying to say is,” Flynn continued. “I love you, too.”
For a moment, Zach felt as though his heart had stopped. The rushing in his ears was the only indication that ithadn’t, and that was deafening, and his whole world narrowed down to Flynn, and how lucky he was, and how stupid he’d been.
This was his second chance, and he wasn’t going to screw it up this time.
He reached out to touch Flynn’s face, and then surged forward, their lips crashing together with enough force to make Flynn grunt into the kiss.
Warm arousal flooded Zach’s belly, the thought that Flynn washisnow making his heart swell with too much joy to contain. He laughed into Flynn’s mouth, pressing their bodies together.
It didn’t matter if the whole goddamn craft market saw them. Zach had what he wanted, and he never planned on losing it again.
A wolf-whistle sounded from behind the stall, and Zach finally remembered that theywerein public and he definitely needed to stop short of sliding his hand under Flynn’s shirt, which had been his next move.
His fingers itched to touch, but he backed off all the same. Later. There was always later.
