Clearly one kiss hadn’t entirely removed his reservations tempting, then, to repeat the experiment. Owen bit his lip, his eyes going distant. It’s absurd.”Īrthur’s heart lifted, both at the unexpectedly wonderful sound of his given name on Owen’s lips, and at the implication of his words. It’s only that - you, Arthur Drake, attempting to persuade me to marry you. “I’m sorry,” Owen said, sounding not sorry at all.
He still held Owen in his arms, he had kissed him with all the passion at his disposal, and he was quite in the act of begging him to be Arthur’s husband. Not heartily, perhaps, but chuckling enough that his red-rimmed eyes had lit with something like their usual sparkle. Had he distressed Owen into tears again, somehow?īut Owen was laughing. Owen was shaking slightly, and Arthur pulled back, terrified.
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