by Max Hudson
Except maybe of course the man that had just asked him to marry him. Chance was something special. It was a life that he had never known that he wanted. That he had thought would be terrible and frightening, but with Chance’s help he was navigating the pitfalls of this way to exist.
And he often went back to El Paso, visiting friends and seeing that their lives had been improved. It was magical.
And he wouldn’t change any of it for the world. This was his life. “I love you, Chance.”
“I love you too, Devlin. We should get going. You don’t want to be late for your own gallery showing.”
“They asked for more. Apparently, there are some preorders on the show.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Devlin gladly let himself be led out and onto the future.