Roman wondered when this soft-hearted, bright-eyed human being had become his home, his safe place. He didn’t know. What he knew was that he would do just about anything to keep his safe place safe.
“You know what I want right now?” Luke said with a small, happy smile. “I want to have slow, sappy vanilla sex for a change.”
“I think it’s called making love,” Roman said, nudging Luke’s nose with his own.
“Yeah,” Luke murmured, grinning against Roman’s lips. “Let’s make love.”
“Let’s,” Roman said and kissed his sweet lips, greedy and possessive. No one will take you away from me. No one.
Let them try.
The End