Walking away from his family, from 129, from Austin, from Carlos wasn’t ever really an option. He just realized that a little late is all. It took something desperate for him to understand that.

Carlos was special. And maybe deep down TK knows that they’re a better fit than he and his ex had been. So why did he keep running from it?

Carefully, he shifted closer on the hood of the car until they were so close that nothing could get between them. The sky was reflected all over the others skin, his eyes; everything took on the most beautiful teal hue and he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. So instead he lifted his head enough to kiss him. It wasn’t rushed. (At least not yet.) But it was a very pointed: I’m not going anywhere.