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Tate didn’t respond, but I felt his fingers stroking over the tattoo on my chest His tattoo

“There’s no rush, Tate You can call her whenever you’re ready And if you’re never ready, that’s okay too”

Another round of silence and then Tate lifted up on his elbow and kissed me “I’m ready,” he whispered I nodded and reached for my phone I pulled up the number from my call list, but didn’t hit the dial button Instead, I handed it to him

“I love you, Tate”

A broad sain “I love you, Michael Forever and ever”

He glanced down at the phone, took a deep breath and then hit dial When I shifted so I could see his reactions better, he put his hand on my chest and said, “Stay with me?”

I ran h his hair and whispered, “Forever and ever”

And when I heard a woainst me just as Tate said, “Um, hi, this is Tate”

I dropped a kiss to his head when I heard crying on other end of the phone and I held hiht when his own tears started to fall

The End