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“Just wondering if you’re happy.”
The question hit harder than it should have.
Gris hesitated. “Of course I am. Supporting the cleaners matters. You know that.”
“Yeah,” Enjin said, eyes never leaving him. “I do.”
There was a beat. Then Enjin added, lightly, “I’m not.”
Gris startled. “You’re not?”
“Nah.”
“How may I support you?” Gris asked half-heartedly, despite the poor attempt at the pun
Enjin answered by grabbing his collar.
Gris barely had time to react before Enjin yanked him forward and fell back onto the bed, pulling Gris with him. The world tilted. The mattress dipped. Gris caught himself instinctively, arms bracketing Enjin’s head.
Too close. Not again.
Enjin’s grin was sharp, mischievous, utterly unrepentant.“I can think of a few ways.”
Gris’s brain short-circuited.
OR
When returning from a clean up, Enjin winds up under the intoxication of a rare flower and Gris becomes his romantic interest.