"Fuck! You're making my head spin," Charles squealed, biting down on his lower lip as heat rushed to his face. "You…"
He opened his mouth, struggling to find the words, lips trembling with nerves.
"I… I do love you, Augustine Wales," Charles finally whispered. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine falling for a man, but you… you've completely swept me off my feet." His voice was soft, but his confession came with all the weight of his heart.
Augustine blushed. "Gosh! We're so in love," he purred, biting his lower lip as he turned to stare out the car window, trying—and failing—to hide the rising color in his cheeks.
A minute of silence passed, the soft patter of rain was the only sound between them.
Then, Augustine swallowed hard, drawing in a shaky breath. "I… gosh, I love you so much," Augustine whispered, his eyes still fixed on the raindrops racing down the glass, as if afraid that looking at Charles might make his heart explode.
Charles scoffed.
