"Baby, Ashy, there's something you don't understand," Jess finally speaks, his voice no more than a breath, trembling with a heaviness that seems to pull the air out of the room.
His chest rises and falls as if breathing itself is a battle. Every part of him trembles with the weight of a truth too shameful to be said out loud.
His son.. the child he raised, the boy he cradled through sleepless nights, is in love with the same man who once captured his own heart when he was this same age. Not just his, but Tanner's too. Kyle.
The name rings in his mind like a forbidden echo.
Kyle... the one who was once a part of their tangled, complicated, fragile attempt at something more than just love.
Something deeper, rawer, a trio bound not by sex, but by emotion.
Even though the relationship never went as far as being physical between them all, the connection had been real.
