"I love what we have built. I only have to say I need you, and you have me. You have me, no questions asked. I trust you more than I trust myself, sometimes. I can look at you in the Situation Room and know what you're thinking, and take your hand when I need to." He took Ethan's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. "Or when I want to." Another kiss. "Which I always do."
Ethan's lips had parted, falling open in the face of Jack's declaration.
"I don't want to hide this anymore," Jack whispered. "I don't want to hide how much I love you."
"And this was what he loved about Jack. Strength wrapped in an effusive optimism, a soul that promised the world would be a better place if you only just held on and never let go. A solid core of unflappability, the center of him rooted in gentle happiness. Jack radiated joy to Ethan's soul, and he basked in Jack's grins, his playful personality, like a tree turning its leaves to the sun. His whole life was reoriented toward Jack. Who would have thought his world would be remade by this man with a goofy smile and stunning blue eyes?"
"Do you remember the first day we met?"
"Monday, July eleventh." He didn't even have to think.
"Wow." Jack's voice was full over wonder, a smile building in between the letters.
"Secret Service provides protection for major candidates one hundred and twenty days before the election. That was the day I reported to you."
Snorting, Jack chuckled. "That was almost sweet."
"You were wearing your blue suit. The one that makes your eyes look like stars. And a yellow tie. Everyone was teasing you about the tie. I thought you looked amazing. Presidential."