 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Hartley caught that warm affection in Dafydd’s tone alright, and he melted inwardly as he gazed lovingly at the other young man. The next slew of words made his heart happy and ache at the same time. “I think that we are lucky together,’’ Hart replied, careful to keep any hint of him replaying the pain of being rejected when he had proposed. If Daf felt the way he said he did about him, why did he have to say no? Hart hadn’t been looking to get married immediately, and would have gladly waited until Daf finished his Pre-Healer studies or even longer if necessary. Swallowing his sadness, he simply grinned. “I’m just glad you don’t take me for granted, love.”
The Historian struck a pose then wiggled his brows playfully. “My, my. The boyfriend certainly knows how to flatter! Let me remind him that even I have quite a spectacular view of him from this side.” Goodness, anyone could see how hot Daf was! Laughing now, Hart shook his head playfully. “Flirt,’’ was all he said before turning to give his attention to the ingredients. That served no purpose, however, as Daf seemingly was determined to distract him. And distracted Hart allowed himself to be. Especially when Hart gave him that light kiss.
Yup, Daf had succeeded in distracting him. |