Chapter 31
“See, the brat even likes the idea,” Conley said, laughing.
“Sir Kenith not brat,” the macaw proclaimed loudly.
“That is a matter of opinion,” Conley muttered just before Brian laughed happily and kissed him.
The kiss deepened, as such kisses were wont to do when love was proclaimed and accepted. “We should take him upstairs,” Brian said breathlessly when it finally ended.
“Both of us should, and then…” Conley stole another kiss before standing to pull Brian to his feet.
Brian knew what ‘and then’ meant and had absolutely no problem with it, as he proved when they ended up in his bed. Or, as he said much later, “Our bed. Our house.”
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“I like that idea,” Conley replied, holding him tightly.