there is literally nothing that I do not LOVE about this chapter. the banter. the pained conversation whenever David brings up things that Michael doesn't want to face. the sex. DEAR GOD THE SEX. and all the kissing leading up to that and then the end and just a;lskdjfl;akjdflakjsdf.


“No, you’re not.” David was the stupidest smart person that Michael had ever met. He reached out and took Michael’s hand in his own, running his thumb across the knuckles. It was the most innocent contact that they had had yet, and it still made Michael’s mouth go dry and made him forget that David had just dragged an admission from him that had not been spoken aloud for the better part of three years. Michael didn’t like to forget about what and who he used to be; as far as he was concerned, he had always been a bottom-feeding paparazzo, destined for one end only, and as long as he could keep raking in those paychecks he would be just fine. “But I’m not here to play psychiatrist to a grown man, so.” Those fingers, God. “Show me the rest of your place.”

this whole passage is AMAZING. it has everything. David's open and honest and see's more than Michael ever means to show. And Michael, still as self-loathing as ever, but can be undone by the simple touch of a hand. ♥