“I can’t take a loan from you.” Dominic’s breath hissed. “Let me approach this another way. What can I do? What can I ask, what can I offer, what is it that you’re hoping I say? Tell me, Silas, because I don’t know. Don’t refuse me because I’m rich. Take my help because I am your friend.” “Your lover,” Silas pointed out. “Which is different.” “My love,” Dominic said. “Which is different still. I love you. I am entirely convinced that you love me despite your refusal to admit a damned thing. You are the one person with whom I find talking and fucking and companionship to be an equal and mutual
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