"Brittany," Sawyer's shoulders slumped with knowledge of the hurt he had caused his littler redheaded mate. "Im one of the proudeth mother fuckerth you'll ever meet. And I thill cried like a fucking baby every time." He wasn't afraid to admit that anymore. He was in love with a beautiful boy, and he understood that sometimes that meant that he would suffer. "You are worth it though, Britt. To hear you thay you love me...It maketh everything worth it."
