Now it was Evan's turn to moan and shiver, rolling both of them onto the bed so that Evan was resting on top of Barty. With a hand he stroked and ran his fingers through Barty's light brown locks, loving the feeling of it and leaned down to kiss him gently, "I love you," he said quietly, "I will always love you and since we seem to be heading into this direction of talk," more like he, Evan, was, "We should be honest as to what we want and what's expected of this relationship."