He caught Rafe’s face in the palms of his hands and held him still to seal their mouths together. Swallowing Rafe’s small sound of surprise, he pressed deeper, shaking from the force of new emotions. Rafe dug into his waist, pulling their bodies tight against each other again, and answered with his own rush, his own desire, finally breaking away with a laugh and a jubilant smile.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes,” he said.
Sullivan blinked to reorient himself. “Yes. God, yes. I’d love that.” He firmed his grip, meeting Rafe’s eyes, hoping what he felt burned as brightly there as it did in his chest. “I love you.”
“Then let’s do this before those soldiers come back,” Maria said. She came around to Rafe’s side as they parted enough to include her and Father Thomas. “If you please, Father.”
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