“There’s no one else I’d trust, Nyx.” Letting go of him, Laurent drops back
on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and lifting his leg to offer
the lacing at his ankle. “You’ve seen how people treat me. There’s no one I
trust more. No one I desire more. If it would please you, you’d be welcome
in my bed every night.”
Laurent’s confident, certain eyes drop away at that last line. Affairs are
common in Vere, but Laurent doesn’t trust that his unknown future husband
will be permissive. “Until... as long as we can.”
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“There’s no one else I’d trust, Nyx.” Letting go of him, Laurent drops back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and lifting his leg to offer the lacing at his ankle. “You’ve seen how people treat me. There’s no one I trust more. No one I desire more. If it would please you, you’d be welcome in my bed every night.”
Laurent’s confident, certain eyes drop away at that last line. Affairs are common in Vere, but Laurent doesn’t trust that his unknown future husband will be permissive. “Until... as long as we can.”