Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
But he had a new family now, and they gave him a worth that didn’t need anyone’s standard of merit to be valid. And as long as he had that...
He could fill up their home with painting after painting, sculpture after sculpture, things that he made with his own hands.
Just like he’d made this life with his own hands.
His own hands, and Damon’s.
Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe sometimes they had to lower their voices so they wouldn’t bicker in front of the children, when they started one of their little snip-fights that always ended in kisses and torn clothing on the floor and laughter and wondering what they’d gotten so worked up over in the first place. But he knew, now, what the enough he’d been searching for all this time had been.
That he hadn’t wanted more.
He’d just wanted to belong.
He didn’t need perfect.
He just needed right.
He just needed the light in Damon’s eyes, as Damon whispered, “I love you too, Rian.”
Then sank down to claim Rian’s mouth, drowning him in warmth, in sweetness, in passion, in need.
In a love that was all he would ever want.
That told him all he had ever needed...
Was a love, and a life, just like this.
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