He sat on the bed, a red gift bag at his side. He smiled sheepishly at his boyfriend, the man who stole his heart all those years ago. The one who even after disagreements and slight disappointments made him feel like the most important person in the world. It was all in the way Samson looked at him. The way he was now, the way he did yesterday in the hospital. It was like nothing else in the world mattered or even existed. Samson had eyes for him and him alone, that gaze stirring butterflies in his stomach, making his heart go all pitter-patter. He wanted very much to cross the distance between them and plant a kiss on those lush lips.
Linus restrained himself. There were things to discuss first.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth. “I meant to call you last night, really
