“When did you realize you were in love with me?”
——— ( LATE NIGHTS ; accepting ! ) * @atalesdivide
THEY’RE SITTING ON THE RYDERS’ FRONT PORCH, shoulder to shoulder and a blanket carelessly draped over. There’s still a little chill in the Georgia night but it’s nothing the share body heat of being pressed together close can’t fix. The question catches Gabe off guard, comfortable in the silence but it’s not exactly a question he knows how to answer. How to answer without feeling stripped bare and vulnerable. ❝ Dunno if there was an exact moment. Think it just kinda hit me one day. ❞ He finds himself looking at the ground as the lie spills from his lips.
He remembers the day in fact. Hell, he’s sure he remembers the exact time when he realized he was in love with Arthur. It wasn’t anything big or something that would seem memorable to most. They were on a drive with no destination in mind, Arthur’s hand in his and a bright smile on the man’s face after laughing at some dumb joke Gabriel had made. It hit him in that moment that he was utterly and hopelessly in love.