Brian smiled at Justin’s expression. He didn’t roll his eyes at the twinge of doubt in Justin’s voice when he asked, “I do?” He knew he was beautiful, right? He knew Brian thought he was beautiful, right? Brian wrapped his arms around him, kissing his ear. “You’re beautiful.”
In their tuxes Brian was sure that twinkie tees, too tight jeans, baggy cargo pants and hoodies would forever be a part of their past, and, judging from Justin’s crammed drawers, their future.
He also knew that he would always love the boy Justin had been, and the man he had become.