Nate had discovered that there was a difference between wanting someone and trusting them.Wanting Max had arrived slowly, inconveniently, and with enough denial to fill several lifetimes.Trust was different.Trust required surrender.Not the dramatic kind.Not the kind that belonged in movies or love songs.It was smaller than that.Trust was letting someone see you when you weren't trying to look composed.It was letting them touch your face when you were tired.It was falling asleep beside them without wondering what would happen if you closed your eyes.It was believing that when you said no, they would listen.And lately, Nate had been learning how much trust lived inside a simple touch.They had become almost impossible to keep apart when they were alone.A hand on Nate's knee while they watched television.Fingers brushing through his hair.Max's palm resting against the back of Nate's neck.Nate's fingers finding Max's almost automatically whenever they sat beside each other.
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