Sure I can, especially for someone who would say something so nice! 😊
“I love you.” The words were soft and heartfelt, and so Jord would never have imagined they would earn him such a violent reaction.
Aimeric, pinned beneath him, suddenly clawed at his shoulders, shoving him away with all the strength he had, hissing, “Don’t say that.”
For a long moment, Jord sat still and silent at the edge of the bed. Then, very softly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Aimeric glowered at him, then looked away.
Even from this distance, Aimeric’s distress was obvious: His eyes were wet, his nose pinked, his lower lip held too tightly between his teeth.
“Aimeric.” Jord kept his voice as gentle as he could manage. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I did wrong.”
Aimeric stared at him for a moment, furrow-browed, before he rolled his eyes and sighed, “You didn’t do anything wrong.” It sounded like he hated himself for admitting it.
Aimeric cut Jord off with a shaky sigh, saying, “You didn’t know. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Though there were so many questions at the tip of Jord’s tongue, he stayed silent, waiting for Aimeric to continue in his own time.
Aimeric pulled his knees to his chest, curling into a little ball at the head of the bed and refusing to so much as glance at Jord. Eventually, he said, “I don’t like people saying that to me.” It was obvious what that was. “Brings back bad memories.”
“Aimeric.” The softness in Jord’s voice finally earned him eye contact. “Who hurt you?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Aimeric looked away again, turning his head to rest his cheek on his knee. “He doesn’t want me anymore.” Aimeric sighed, his pretty eyes slipping shut. “He said he loved me, and we’d be together forever, but he lied.”
“I would never lie to you.” Gingerly, Jord moved a bit closer to the head of the bed, immensely relieved when Aimeric didn’t skitter away. “You know that, don’t you?”
“No one is completely honest all the time.”
“Fair enough,” Jord admitted, “but when I said it, I meant it. I would never say something like that to you without meaning it.”
More to himself than to Jord, Aimeric murmured, “I know you wouldn’t.” Though he was still clearly hesitant, he closed the distance between them, curling into Jord’s chest, his head tucked beneath Jord’s chin, a careful hand pressed to Jord’s knee. Obviously unfamiliar with such things, Aimeric said, “I"m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Brushing back a fall of dark curls, Jord pressed a kiss to Aimeric’s forehead. “I can’t promise you forever,” he said, “but I can absolutely promise I’ll be with you as long as you’ll have me.”
Aimeric laughed at him for that, pulling back and looking up with him with still-wet eyes. His smile was genuine, at least, and he scoffed, “I thought you couldn’t promise forever?”