Theo's kiss was soft and tender, calming the slight excitement that had risen in Damien. It was so mature, so composed—Theo, despite being younger, always seemed to handle things with a level of grace and maturity that Damien found impressive.
"Let's not rank things, okay? It doesn't matter what number I am, as long as you love me, I'm happy," Theo whispered, pulling away.
Theo's words felt so understanding, almost too accommodating. It made Damien wonder—was Theo an angel who is come to him to make his life easier? Or perhaps a devil meant to lead him astray?
Damien took Theo's hands in his, holding them tightly as he looked Theo directly in the eyes, his voice filled with sincerity.
"I swear, Theo. I'll never do anything to disappoint you. I love you with all my heart."
He made that vow silently to himself—to never make Theo, this precious person who was far too good for him, cry.
