Midnight Manor Private Residence, Wednesday Evening

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“There we go,” Watts said, sliding the rosemary foccacia into the oven.

“The pasta recipe calls for canned purée,” he continued, “but it seems a shame given fresh tomatoes are in abundance right now. I looked up how to make it ourselves and it doesn’t seem complicated at all. What do you think?” he asked Steven. There were enough fresh tomatoes to make said purée laid out on the counter, but also a can ready to go in case that was deemed too many steps.

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“I do,” Watts said. “Very much so. You are the love of my life, the keeper of my heart, Steven Grant.”

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Well now Steven was positively melted. He laid his head against Llewellyn's shoulder. "That's a wonderful title. Keeper of your heart. I like it."

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“Yours alone to claim,” Watts told him.

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Steven lifted his head enough to smile at him. "I like that part especially. You being mine?"

Did Steven remember having promised that to Llewellyn during that fateful lunch together? Yes. We did mention the memorization, right?

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And in the early days, Watts had been inclined to answer with ‘as long as you’ll have me’. Now, though?

“Always.”

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Cooking or not, that was getting Llewellyn a very long kiss.