“Love, Geddy. It grows.”
“I wonder how big it can get,” Gedeon pulled slightly away from his mate. Grabbing Gavrael’s hand, the pair began walking toward the area of the expansive yard where they honed their skills each day.
“It may outgrow our hearts. Our bodies may become unable to contain it.”
“If it does, it’s going to need its own room. We don’t need an audience,” Gedeon said, smirking.
“One thing is for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“Our love’s room won’t be fucking gray.” Gedeon threw back his head with laughter at Gavrael’s words. No, Gedeon thought, the only thing in their lives that remained gray was their clothing. Everything else about their world was rich with color, and looking at his mate’s smiling face, Gedeon knew each day of their lives would only get brighter.
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