Page 104 of The Protective Gryphen

As they sipped them, Gryphen shared the next part of their morning.

“I have to carry this wood in, and then, shower. We can go into town then, but you know the rule. You stick to me like glue.”

Oh, he would, and if he was lucky, he’d be able to break a rule or two to rile up the sexy man.

“It’s going to be nice to be able to act like I’m not going to be gunned down and killed.”

He warned him.

“You still have to follow any rules that I set. I don’t like the unknown, Ian.”

He understood.

“I’ll be good. I want that kilt in the worst way,” he admitted. Well, not for him. He wanted that kilt on Gryphen in the worst way.

His libido craved it.

Gryphen believed him.

Speaking of which…

“What color kilt should I get, Ian?” he asked, letting the man pick it for him.

He stared at him, and made up his mind.

“Something to match your blue eyes. The color is gorgeous,” he admitted. “That was the first thing I noticed about you. Your eyes match your Marine Blues.”

Yes, yes, they did.

That his man noticed, and liked that gave Gryphen butterflies in his belly.

No one in his life ever looked at him with such adoration and love. It was a gift that Gryphen would forever love and cherish.

“Then, blue it is. I think you should get the same color,” he admitted.

Ian was curious about why.

Oh, he would, but this Marine thought a certain way, and Ian liked hearing how his brain worked. There was always a reason with a Marine.

Always.

“Okay, what makes you pick blue for me? Is it my eyes?” he asked.

Gryphen was honest.

“So one day, if we decide to get married, we match as we are standing at the altar.”

That hung there, and Ian’s heart raced. He pictured his big, strong, protective Gryphen wearing a tux jacket, and a blue kilt that matched his eyes.

It was an amazing picture.

“Then, blue it is,” he said, handing that same line back to him, not wanting to give away that he was going to propose as soon as he got that ring.

God.

He couldn’t wait.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

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