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In his periphery, Beckett looked at him. “If you want.”
Miles grinned. “We should. And we should share a tent again.”
Even with his eyes on the road, Miles could see the slow, hesitant smile spreading over Beckett’s face. “I guess my tent can fit two people after all.”
“I told you,” Miles said, to be annoying. “I know it’s bad to say this, but I’m glad the other guys couldn’t make it. I wonder how they’ll react when we tell them.”
“Tell them what?”
Miles curled his fingers more tightly around the steering wheel, as if he needed the anchor. “You know. That we’re together.”
Miles held his breath. Beckett didn’t say anything for what felt like forever, and Miles’s lungs started to burn.
Beckett rested his head on a palm, looking out at the road in front of them. Finally, he spoke.
“Ryan will probably bake us a cake with the word ‘congratulations’ written with icing on the top. But he’ll underestimate the space on the cake, so only the first half of the word will be legible, the rest will just be a tiny scribble.”
Miles laughed. “Callum will say something like, ‘it seems you guys had a lot of fun pitching tents’ and wiggle his brows.”
Beckett half-groaned, half-chuckled. “As for Addison…he’ll probably roll his eyes.”
“Yeah, he’ll act like he doesn’t care, but later, he’ll say that he’s happy for us. Then he’ll scowl and run away before we can accuse him of having emotions.”
“Wesley will say he saw it coming all along and smile that smug smile of his,” Beckett said.
“You think so?” Miles asked. Sure, nothing seemed to shock Wesley. He moved through the world like a psychic, like he could see everything before it happened. But there was no way he could have seen this, not when Miles only realized how he felt on the trip.
Beckett shrugged. “He’s pretty perceptive. I think he’s known for a while that…”
“Yeah?”
“That I’ve had feelings for you,” Beckett finished. “Sometimes I’d be looking at you, then I’d turn and catch Wesley watching me with his smug, all-knowing smile… God, that smile is annoying as hell.” Beckett noticed Miles laughing softly. “What?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Miles said. “I’m just…happy.”
That story had given him butterflies. Beckett used to look at him, but Miles never noticed, and when he did, he never saw anything more than friendship in his eyes. But now he knew.
“Give me your hand,” Miles said, reaching out for it, keeping his other hand on the steering wheel.
Beckett did, and Miles brought their joined hands to his mouth. He pressed his lips against Beckett’s knuckles and heard him inhale.
They stayed like that for a moment, the car quiet, enjoying the warmth of the other’s hand. Outside, the sky was clear blue, and the sun shined. It was a perfect summer’s day.
THE END
