“Fuck.” “Not now, dear, I’m busy.” Cae stared at his husband. Velasin blinked at him, guileless until a small smile twitched the corner of his mouth. Cae continued to stare; his heart felt at once three sizes too big for his ribs and yet so tender, a single wrong word would bruise it. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, his own smile cracking across his face like pond ice thawed by sunlight. “You utterly ridiculous man, you can’t even stand—” “Lucky for me, then,” Velasin said, looping an arm around Cae’s neck, “that I’ve such a big, strong husband.”
