Jared Pov
I wasn’t sure what to think…what to feel. Happy, elated. I felt all of those, don’t get me wrong it’s just…I was scared. Even still, it was hard to think when he was sitting on me, his hands clutching my shirt tightly in-between his fingers, and his hair pressed against my nose, his scent wafting around me. Could I trust this? Could I trust him? I wanted to, more than anything. It was so early, and I had been prepared to last two more weeks. I was prepared for his stubborn ass to make me beg on my knees for him to accept me but this…I wasn’t ready for this. This beautiful innocent Easton, the soft gleam to his eyes, or the soft tone of his voice when he whispered he loves me…I wasn’t prepared. I couldn’t help but feel hesitant, worried. We’re still…brothers. What’ll come fro
