Page 44 of Mystique of the Fallen
“Okay, that one makes perfect sense,” Drystan remarked.
“Yep, those eyes,” Chander added.
“Don’t start complimenting my looks, it’s weird,” Grant complained. “I’ll take that shit from my mate, but the rest of you can find something else to do with your time.”
“What, like we’re going to sit around and think about how hot you are?” Samson asked.
“See, I was starting to like you, but now you’re trying to squeeze in sly compliments while making me sound like I’m full of myself,” Grant teased.
“Yeah, but if you want an endless supply of sweet treats, you have to be nice to me,” Samson replied.
Grant turned to a smiling Roman and shrugged. “He’s really got me there, doesn’t he?”
“Since I won’t be in the kitchen making you cookies and shit, he definitely does.”
“Go buy some cookies,” Chander said.
“It won’t be as delicious as anything B makes,” Samson commented.
“I didn’t say it would be, but I’m pointing out that there are options other than being nice to you,” Chander retorted.
“Well, if you don’t like anything about me, you only have yourself to blame since you’re the one who resurrected me,” Samson remarked with a cheeky grin.
“When did I say I didn’t like something about you?” Chander asked in exasperation.
“I told you it is often impossible to speak to fallen knights without growing annoyed,” Alaric told his mate.
Chander scowled at Alaric. “Haven’t we talked about this before? You think you’re insulting the fallen knights, but I’m their creator. If they have any of these so-called flaws that exist solely in your mind, you’re insinuating that I’m to blame.”
“Unlike the sentinels, we never had a flaw,” Arvandus commented.
“Don’t bring up our former flaw, you’ll upset Albie,” Brynnius warned.
“I’m not trying to upset Apple, I’m talking to Alaric,” Arvandus argued.
“Don’t mind the Darays, they can’t help being nuts,” Roman said.
“So are you,” Arvandus insisted.
“Anyway, how’s the apartment, Grant?” Drystan asked.
“Nice, thanks for finding it for me. I think it’ll work perfectly until Roman and I reach a point where we’re ready to cohabitate at his beautiful condo,” Grant answered.
“I’m glad you already took him there to see it,” Arvandus said, beaming a bright smile at Roman. “And you’re right, Grant, it’s beautiful. Roman decorated it by himself.”
“He bitched about being complimented about drapes and shit but didn’t mention he was the one who picked everything out,” Grant said, glancing over at Roman. He didn’t miss the way the Venerable Knight ducked his head. “You did an incredible job.”
Roman glanced up. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”
Unable to resist the urge, Grant leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Roman’s. Roman’s fingers caressed his jaw and drifted into his hair. It was a nearly innocent kiss, but Grant’s heart did a happy little flip in his chest.
Roman pulled away and smiled. He brushed his mouth with Grant’s a second time. “Lovely.”
“Hell yes.”
“Oh, Sam, they’re so cute!” Arvandus exclaimed. “I thought I’d hate sharing an office with them canoodling constantly, but this is going to be so much fun.”
“Want to make a bet on how long it’s going to be before I punch Arvandus?” Grant asked Roman.
