Justin was still reeling from those words, from the look on Brian’s face when he said them. He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, when he opened his eyes, Brian was holding a champagne flute out to him.
“You brought champagne? Really?” Justin laughed because only Brian. “I guess you were pretty sure of my answer.”
Brian set the glasses down and cupped Justin’s face in his hands. “There was no room for failure, not with this.”
Justin saw the truth in Brian’s eyes, “Okay,” he breathed into a kiss.