Page 69 of The Protective Gryphen

“We’re going to talk about that one time when we get a chance,” he stated.

Gryphen laughed.

Sitting on the edge of the crypt, he stared at the love of his life.

“Remember this in fifty years when we’re old and in the nursing home, and I drop my teeth. I fully expect you to find them for me.”

Ian snorted.

“Deal,” he offered.

Then, because he loved this man, Gryphen dropped into the crypt, that no longer had the casket.

As his feet hit the bottom, that answered their question. The slab he was standing on was stable.

“You good?” Ian asked. “Or do I have to go for help? Because I can’t pull you out.”

Gryphen stared up at him.

“We should have thought about that sooner.”

Ian shrugged.

“I mean, I can go get Graham.”

Gryphen actually growled, and it echoed off the walls of the crypt.

“Or not.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t,” Gryphen said, that beast irritated at the idea of the man by his lover, and him standing in a crypt unable to guard him.

Instead of going there, he grabbed the papers, and then held them up above his head.

Ian took them.

Now, he had a question.

“Seriously, are you going to be able to get out?” Ian asked.

He was curious.

“Would you miss me if I couldn’t?” he asked, teasing him.

Ian stared at him.

“No,” he admitted.

That shocked Gryphen.

“Oh,” Gryphen said, that pain to his heart showing up at the man’s answer.

Then, Ian explained.

“Because I’d be in there with you. We go together in a crypt, or we go together in bed. But we go together,” he admitted.

That made him smile.

That was how he felt.

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