Page 47 of Mystique of the Fallen
Grant laughed. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to stop yourself from ravishing me?”
“Constantly.”
A pair of magnificent green eyes slowly drifted from Roman’s socked feet up to his face. “Yeah, I understand. My dick is obsessed with you.”
“But we aren’t thinking with those, are we?”
“No, sir, we are not,” Grant teased with a chuckle.
“The sir thing is cute.”
“I wouldn’t get used to it if I were you.”
“That’s a pity.”
Grant shook his head and yawned again. “Too bad.”
“Are you upset that I’m insisting on taking the physical shit slowly?” Roman asked, brushing a stray hair off Grant’s forehead.
“No. I get it. This is special. Fucking is easy. Or at least I hope so because I’m going to be terribly embarrassed if it isn’t.”
“Why would you be embarrassed?”
“Because I’m the one in this relationship with zero experience.”
“That’s not a problem for me,” Roman assured him honestly. “On some level, I feel bad that you didn’t get to experiment, but this weird and completely possessive part of me is thrilled.”
“Did you experiment a lot, Roman?”
“Haven’t we had this discussion already? I’m not talking about the past with you.”
“Yes, but you’re fun to tease. Your mouth gets all pinched, and you lift your nose a little in the air.”
“Wow, that’s so flattering.”
Grant chuckled and leaned close to brush his lips across Roman’s. “You’re beautiful no matter what expression is on your face.”
“Compliments will definitely get you more kisses.”
“Oh, really? Do you have a preference on the features you’d most like me to highlight?”
Roman laughed and shuffled a little closer to Grant on the couch. To his delight, Grant dropped his head on Roman’s shoulder. “I’ll let you decide where to begin.”
“Hmm, that’s a tough one.”
“Is it?”
“Hmm, yes. I’ve tried to make a mental list of my favorite features, but I can’t seem to figure out the correct order.”
“I understand,” Roman said, grabbing Grant’s hand and toying with his fingers. “Every part of you is beautiful. But what I most like is learning about who you are.”
“Isn’t it weird how it’s only been a week since we met?”
“Yeah, feels longer, doesn’t it?”
“It does. I hope you know I mean that in a good way. Like, I’m not tired of hanging out with you or anything.”
“You’d tell me if you were. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you haven’t held anything back from me so far,” Roman said, internally wincing at the secret he was keeping from Grant. As a naturally honest person, Roman didn’t like it, but he remained convinced it was for the best. In the future, he could reevaluate the necessity of withholding the short past they’d shared. Grant buzzed with energy and his desire to conquer every aspect of his complicated job. The last thing Roman wanted to do was dim his light or put something in the way of Grant’s ambitions. The past could wait.
