Freddie's hands touched Armaan's face, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of Armaan's cheeks, and Armaan was suddenly overwhelmed by how much he felt for this man. Lovely Freddie who had stood by him when he had come out to his mother, and then charmed her the second he'd met her. Freddie who waited months to sleep with Armaan because Armaan had mentioned wanting to go slow. The man who was supporting him now, and trying to give up his dinner-
Armaan's chest felt fit to burst, and then his heart was pounding in his ears as he said, "I love you," before he could even think that maybe he shouldn't. Honestly though, he did. He loved Freddie so much it usually scared him a little, but not today. Not here, safe in Freddie's kitchen, his bruised up heart safe in Freddie's hands. "I do. I love you, Freddie."