“For not immediately denying the empty praise of that harlot?” Day snorted. “I know. I’m sorry too.”
“For?”
“For being jealous.” Day snuggled in closer. “It made me angry, and it shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay,” Goldie soothed. “I promise. I know you don’t think I’m actually gonna run off with anybody.”
“Never. I trust you, my angel,” Day said earnestly. “I trust you more than anyone in the world, you’re everything to me, and I…” He stopped short of saying something, and he buried his face into Goldie’s back.
Goldie’s heart skipped a beat, and it was suddenly very hard to breathe again. His pulse thumped in his ears, and his mouth went dry. He couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure he knew what Day had been about to say.
And he wanted to say it too.
Day was still quiet, but his hand had tensed on Goldie’s chest.
“What is it, baby?” Goldie asked gently. He didn’t want to push, but he wanted to know if he was right. He turned back as far as he could, trying to meet Day’s eye.
Day continued to hide, keeping his head ducked against Goldie’s back.
“Come on, baby,” Goldie urged, his stomach going all aflutter as the anticipation continued to rise. “You can tell me anything. I mean, you already told me you’re on a holy mission from God and your dead father tells you what to do to dispatch sinners because God supposedly works in mysterious ways or whatever.” He laughed nervously. “What else is there that you’d be afraid to tell me?”
“Well…”
“Well?” Goldie waited patiently, and he dropped his hand to find Day’s, lacing their fingers together.
Day slowly peeked up to meet Goldie’s gaze. He was definitely nervous, but his eyes had that glittering gleam again like before. He took a deep breath, and then said, “Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy or boast. It is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, and it is not irritable or resentful.” He paused, and he looked at Goldie expectantly.
Yes, there was an expectation to understand, but also…
To reciprocate.
And Goldie was so very, very happy because he had been right.
“I love you too,” Goldie said with a smile, giving Day’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Very much.”
“Really?” Day gasped.
“Yes, really.” Goldie grinned. “Really really.”
Day inhaled sharply, perhaps in relief, and he hugged Goldie tight. “Oh, angel. I love you. I love you so, so much. Oh, I do.”
“I love you, baby.” Goldie closed his eyes, groaning when Day’s cock shifted inside of him. “Mm. My precious littlemurder muffin.”
Day snorted.
“No?” Goldie laughed.
“Not so much.” Day shook his head and then rested his cheek against Goldie’s back again. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for weeks now. How I felt, I mean. And I didn’t know how. When that woman said those things on the television, it made me angry because all I could think about is that she could never love you like I could.”
“Damn right, she couldn’t,” Goldie said firmly. “No one but you.”
“No one but me.” Day sounded like he was smiling. “My sweet angel, I will tend to you and care for you as I always do, I promise, but…”
“What is it?”
“Is it all right if I hold you for a little longer? I like…” Day sighed contentedly. “I like this.”
“Baby, you can hold me forever.”
