Aaron's POV - The Garden Bench
Holding Cameron's hand as we walked had been a necessity. A public declaration. Mine. The stares didn't matter. The whispers were background noise. What mattered was the message delivered.
The botany gardens were good. Private. Cameron fit here, among the growing trees and flowers, perfectly. He was leaning against him now, trusting him, and Aaron felt a fierce, protective urge in his chest.
The professor's suggestion wasn't surprising. Academics loved recycling talent. But that name… Silver… kept on showing up. A loose thread.
He didn't come just to visit. He'd come to observe. To see the environment. The apartment was harmless. The campus was noisy. The real issue was the person always around Cameron's space.
