Jesse was lost under the bedding, and popped up a moment later, the other, slightly bigger ring in his hand. “Not a bad idea.”
Taking Jesse’s left hand, Luke slid the ring onto his finger. Jesse did the same with Luke’s ring, smiling widely. “I love you.”
Luke kissed him, and murmured softly. “I love you, too.” He couldn’t imagine his life without Jesse. Hoped he never had to.
When Luke woke again a couple of hours later, the sun was much higher in the sky. He knew they should get up and get ready to travel to London. Start the whole process of trying to win a Grand Slam tournament again: warm-up event; media interviews; working out and practicing on a precise schedule. He’d done it countless times over the years, and Jesse would do it countless more.
Jesse snored lightly, his breath warm and wet on Luke’s neck. They really should get up—the real world was waiting. Instead, Luke closed his eyes and held Jesse tighter as he drifted back to sleep.
Just five more minutes.
The End