Page 102 of Overtime
Zane gave it to him begrudgingly. “Only because you’re so cute.”
Zammy poked his tongue out at him, laughing as Zane kissed him again, and again, and again.
They settled, wrapped up in each other. Zane closed his eyes, breathing the musk of their combined scents in.
“One year as mates,” Zane whispered.
“Yep. Was it everything you wanted?”
“Best year of my life,” he replied truthfully.
Zammy melted, smile bright and full, love shining through. “Same.”
There, in the cradle of their nest, they drifted to sleep.
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