"Fuck," Ray exhaled, looking up at Asher with something akin to adoration. He reached for him, wanting him close again, and pressed his forehead to his, damn close to nuzzling him. Asher was going to wait.

He let out a laugh of relief, tension started to seep away. "I think I might love you." Taking a breath, he calmed himself down and reevaluated his statement. "No, I don't." A contented sigh. "I know I love you."