"I thought you liked me without clothing," Laurent teased, completely missing the jealousy because it would never have occurred to him that Isander might return or that he--or anyone else--could be competition for Damen.

Moving to the bedroom, Laurent slid his arms up around Damen's neck, wanting to kiss him properly, since they'd spent the past day with only hurried, false kisses. "Damen," he murmured, nuzzling briefly at Damen's cheek before turning his head to claim his husband's lips. He pressed close, chasteness forgotten in his desire for the intimacy and affection that Damen offered.