Something shifted in Luca's chest as he listened. Maybe it was the words. Maybe it was the way Xavier looked at him when he spoke. But for a moment, the little chipmunk, who had read a few more things here and there recently, thought he finally understood what people meant when they said that particular love language was how one naturally showed love, and how one wished to be loved in return.
Like a reflection, people often tried to love others in the first way they themselves understood love.
Luca had always felt secure after marrying his husband.
Because Xavier loved him this way.
Actually, he loved him in all ways possible. If there were bases to cover, his husband had likely touched on all of them. But now that Luca thought about it more carefully, they all somehow pointed to the same thing in the end. More accurately, it translated into something that felt extremely constant.
An overwhelming sense of security.
An unshakable reassurance.
