to you, clearly."
"Oh, it's of interest," Kinnaird said, narrowing his eyes. He closed the small space between them, standing over Reyes in that way that never failed to make Reyes shiver. "I want my present."
Reyes smirked. "I don't think you deserve it, your grace. You laughed at the idea."
Kinnaird grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "You're a brat. Give it to me."
It was only the uncharacteristic anxiety he could see behind Kinnaird's playfulness that finally made him relent. Reaching into his jacket, Reyes extracted the small jewelry box he had kept hidden in Rhoten's desk for the past month, waiting for the Days of Devotion.
He might roll his eyes at the idiocy of it all, but Kinnaird was nothing if not a completely hopeless romantic who liked all the nonsense.
Kinnaird took the box and broke into the prettiest smile Reyes had ever seen as he looked at the engagement ring inside. It wasn't anything fancy. The single, small, square cut yellow diamond set in gold had taken him months to save up for, even on his overgenerous salary.
When Kinnaird continued to say nothing, and only stared, Reyes started to get nervous again. "I know it's nothing like what you—" He broke with a muffled noise when Kinnaird kissed him hard, left him breathless.
"Here I thought it would take me forever yet to get you to marry me," Kinnaird said, and he slipped the ring onto his finger, holding his hand up to admire it. Reyes smiled, pleased that it looked just as perfect as he had hoped. "Yes, by the way."
Reyes rolled his eyes. "I did not think you were saying no, you idiot." Reaching out, he tugged Kinnaird close again and leaned up to kiss him. "Dinner smells wonderful, but are you certain it must be eaten now?"
"I think it will still be tolerable cold," Kinnaird murmured.
"Then take me to bed, fiancé," Reyes replied, laughing fondly at the way that stupid little word lit Kinnaird's face up and going easily when Kinnaird dragged him into the bedroom.
Fin
About the Author
Megan grew up a military brat and traveled extensively with her family. She is now firmly settled in Ohio, with two roommates and their four cats. She has always been book obsessed, and writing obsessed since she first gave it a whirl in college. Romance and fantasy are her primary obsessions, but she’s game to write just about anything and enjoys a challenge. She is a sucker for stories of enemies becoming lovers. When not writing, Megan is drinking too much coffee, reading still more books, and harassing family and friends, or otherwise doing whatever possible to avoid editing.
"Oh, it's of interest," Kinnaird said, narrowing his eyes. He closed the small space between them, standing over Reyes in that way that never failed to make Reyes shiver. "I want my present."
Reyes smirked. "I don't think you deserve it, your grace. You laughed at the idea."
Kinnaird grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "You're a brat. Give it to me."
It was only the uncharacteristic anxiety he could see behind Kinnaird's playfulness that finally made him relent. Reaching into his jacket, Reyes extracted the small jewelry box he had kept hidden in Rhoten's desk for the past month, waiting for the Days of Devotion.
He might roll his eyes at the idiocy of it all, but Kinnaird was nothing if not a completely hopeless romantic who liked all the nonsense.
Kinnaird took the box and broke into the prettiest smile Reyes had ever seen as he looked at the engagement ring inside. It wasn't anything fancy. The single, small, square cut yellow diamond set in gold had taken him months to save up for, even on his overgenerous salary.
When Kinnaird continued to say nothing, and only stared, Reyes started to get nervous again. "I know it's nothing like what you—" He broke with a muffled noise when Kinnaird kissed him hard, left him breathless.
"Here I thought it would take me forever yet to get you to marry me," Kinnaird said, and he slipped the ring onto his finger, holding his hand up to admire it. Reyes smiled, pleased that it looked just as perfect as he had hoped. "Yes, by the way."
Reyes rolled his eyes. "I did not think you were saying no, you idiot." Reaching out, he tugged Kinnaird close again and leaned up to kiss him. "Dinner smells wonderful, but are you certain it must be eaten now?"
"I think it will still be tolerable cold," Kinnaird murmured.
"Then take me to bed, fiancé," Reyes replied, laughing fondly at the way that stupid little word lit Kinnaird's face up and going easily when Kinnaird dragged him into the bedroom.
Fin
About the Author
Megan grew up a military brat and traveled extensively with her family. She is now firmly settled in Ohio, with two roommates and their four cats. She has always been book obsessed, and writing obsessed since she first gave it a whirl in college. Romance and fantasy are her primary obsessions, but she’s game to write just about anything and enjoys a challenge. She is a sucker for stories of enemies becoming lovers. When not writing, Megan is drinking too much coffee, reading still more books, and harassing family and friends, or otherwise doing whatever possible to avoid editing.
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