Marie, you read ahead on me! LOL
From Chapter 17, one of my nice schmoopy passages (hey, MadLori christened me the Queen of Schmoop!)
He went back into the bedroom and slipped into bed, hoping not to disturb Ennis, but Ennis turned over and pulled Jack into his arms. “C’mere, cowboy,” he whispered. “Let me hold ya ‘til ya go t’sleep.”
“Ya knew I was awake?”
Ennis chuckled. “Yer over there flippin’ like a flounder,” he said. “You could wake the dead.”
“I’m sorry,” said Jack. “I wanted t’let ya sleep.”
Ennis pulled him in close, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead. “Stop yer worryin’,” he said, softly. “Think ‘bout lovin’ me. Think ‘bout me lovin’ you.”
Jack tried to let himself relax in the warmth of Ennis’s arms around him. “How much do ya love me, En?” he said.
“How much?” Jack nodded. Ennis smiled in the darkness. “More than you can measure,” he said. “There ain’t no measurement for the love I have for you.”
Jack snuggled in closer. “Will you always love me, En?” he asked.
“You know I will,” said Ennis. “Forever and ever.”
“Even if I do something bad?” whispered Jack.
Ennis laughed softly. “You ain’t gonna do anythin’ bad,” he said. “Yer a good person.” He paused. “But even if you did do somethin’ bad, yes, I would love you. That’s what it’s all about, right? Through good and bad, thick and thin, ups and downs…” His voice trailed off.
Jack leaned in and kissed the warm space at the base of Ennis’s neck. “I love you,” he whispered. “I have only loved you and I will always love you.”
“I love you too, babe,” whispered Ennis.
“Y’know,” said Jack. “There are prob’ly people in the world who never meet their soulmate.”
“There prob’ly are,” answered Ennis, softly.
“But we found each other.”
“We did,” said Ennis.
“How did it happen, En? How did we end up on that mountain together?”
“I dunno, babe,” said Ennis. “I don’t think we’ll ever know. But we did.”
Jack leaned in again, resting his head against Ennis’s shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, finally feeling sleep overtaking him, falling into a dark dreamless slumber, held tightly in the protective cocoon of his lover’s arms.
L