how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi draws back just enough to fix Ronin with a look of utter, theatrical pain. His brows pull together. His mouth twists. The agony is palpable. "Even admit you were right about something," he echoes solemnly, as if the words themselves taste like ash on his tongue. And yet—he sighs, long-suffering and noble—[]say]"I did promise." One hand tugs gently at the edge of Ronin’s tank top as if preparing to make a formal offering, but instead it slips up into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck with easy affection.

"Mmh?" Remi hums, leaning close enough for his breath to ghost against Ronin’s lips, "who’s Flora?" The sparkle in his eyes makes a mockery of the question, and without giving his husband a chance to scold him, he steals another kiss—this one deep and unapologetic, angled to ensure Ronin’s mouth stays otherwise occupied.

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