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The sound of Hartley's voice from the front door sent a jolt through Dafydd, causing him to freeze momentarily. "Merlin's beard," he muttered under his breath, hastily adjusting his plan, though the options seemed slim with only moments to spare.
The little cruppy let out another bark. "Stay quiet, you little rascal," he hissed to the four-legged animal, who responded by wagging its stubby tail and leapt forward to lick his chin with gusto. Dafydd sighed, unable to suppress a grin, even as his nerves kicked in. He gently placed the pup on the bed and adjusted its chewed ribbon, though it was now more of a frayed bowtie than the romantic accessory he'd envisioned.
When Hartley's voice sounded again, Dafydd stepped out of the bedroom with what he hoped was an innocent expression. "Hart! You're home early!” he called out, trying to keep his voice casual. The bouquet of roses came into view first, and for a split second, Dafydd almost melted. His boyfriend had such a knack for these moments. "And you brought flowers? Aren't you just the most perfect thing."
He leaned in to kiss Hartley's cheek, paying no attention to the buzzing that was still happening. "Funny you should mention bringing something. I, uh..." Dafydd trailed off. "I brought you something too," Dafydd said with a sheepish grin. "But you'll have to close your eyes first."
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