This was a miracle.
“Why did you get up?” he asked. “Just for food?”
The man shook his head.
“No, the castle is haunted. Someone was slamming doors. I got up to investigate. Imagine how weird I looked trying to surprise a ghost.”
He laughed.
Honestly, at some point, you got accustomed to it, and didn’t pay it any attention.
He was at that point.
“Want to eat?”
Did he?
Absolutely.
As Michael filled bowls with soup, Graham carried them to the counter and dug out some silverware. He met his man there with a plate full of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Someone was very hungry.
“Eat up,” he said, sitting beside him and placing his big hand on Graham’s thigh.
It was so peaceful.
When both men continued eating, Graham was thinking about doing this all the time, and then that made him think about the pink elephant in the room.
Where would they go?
He really loved his job, and he didn’t want to leave Scotland, but he would if D’Artangnan needed to go back. He’d already dropped the ball in their relationship, and he wasn’t doing that again.
PASS.
“So, do we talk about what we’re going to do now that we’re married? Are we staying or going? We both have jobs, and they are miles apart.”
He was aware.
And Michael had been thinking about it.
They were going to have to work this out before long because he did have a job. While he told Elizabeth he didn’t think he was coming back, that was making an assumption. This was a couple decision.
“Well, we’re married now. That has to be something we discuss as partners. What do you want to do?” he asked.
He was to the point.
“I have a reputation here. While I love it, and I want to be here in this castle, I know that being seen with me is going to be embarrassing. I’ve fucked a lot of men here.”
Michael put his sandwich down, and turned to face him.
“Are you going to fuck anyone while we’re married?” he asked.
Graham gasped.
“NO!”
Michael was to the point.
