And now Trevor truly remembers what it felt like. Not just to perform. But to do something he really fucking loves with four other people he loves.
To be a part of something great.
When the song ends, they break their formation, and the other guests start to filter back onto the floor. As if communicating telepathically, Oli, Jermaine, and Noah shuffle a few steps away, leaving Trevor and Skyler by themselves.
Skyler looks at him now, eyes nervous but hopeful. And Trevor is an idiot for thinking he shouldn’t do this. He takes a couple steps in and resumesdancing. Skyler grins, going back to his awful hip shaking again. He falters a moment, surprised, when Trevor reaches out to tug him closer, but then he grins even harder. Trevor’s fingers curl tightly into Skyler’s button-up shirt before he lets him go, and he finds himself begrudging the fact that Skyler chose today to keep all his buttons respectfully fastened. They don’t take their eyes off each other as they dance.
Trevor loses track of time, loses track of everything but the incredible man in front of him. Even when another slow song comes on, he doesn’t think. He just does what feels right.
And nothing could be more right than settling one hand around Skyler’s waist and sliding the other up his back. Nothing could be more right than the way Skyler doesn’t hesitate to wind his arms around Trevor’s neck, one hand scratching over the hair at his nape.
“I’m sorry if this day couldn’t be everything you wanted it to be,” Trevor says.
Skyler smiles at him. “Are you kidding? I’m holding the sun. What more could I want?”
As they hold each other, for the first time in a long time, Trevor actually feels like the sun. Feels like he must be positively radiating happiness and warmth and life. He has the overwhelming urge to kiss Skyler right now, but he settles for pulling him in even closer, reveling in the way Skyler ducks his head down to rest it on his shoulder.
They may be going too far. May be too obvious to anyone paying enough attention, even with Noah’s diversion. But Trevor’s nowhere near as scared of that as he would have been a year ago.
Let them watch.
Let people think what they want.
Today he’s dancing with his man and nothing’s going to stop him.
Chapter Forty-Two
Now
TREVOR
It’s three weeks laterwhen Trevor has an epiphany.
It came after looking at the photos Oli sent to him of Trevor and Skyler dancing at the wedding. After scrolling through Netflix and finding an old Taylor Bucannon movie. It came when he realized how each new day with Skyler feels like both a miracle and something fated at the same time.
There was a time when Trevor’s future looked nothing but bleak. All the stage lights had gone out, and he was left alone in the darkness.
Being with Skyler has turned on all the lights, brought back all the dazzling colors in full brightness.
So, yeah. Epiphany.
Trevor knows what he’s meant to do.
But first he needs to do something he’s dreading, something he never thought he’d be doing. He calls Sierra because he owes her this courtesy.
He’s surprised she even answers, but she does. Although he doesn’t get a greeting, but rather a nervous, “Trevor? What’s going on?”
Right. Well. No small talk then.
“I’m planning to do something, and I wanted you to know before I did it.”
“Okay…?”
“I’m coming out.”
He doesn’t hear anything from her end for a few moments, and he’s afraid she didn’t hear him. He’d rather not repeat it.
Then—“Oh. You’re… Wow. Seriously?”
