 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
If Hart couldn’t think straight a couple seconds earlier, then his brain had definitely given up on him after that kiss. The little shake he gave his head as though attempting to giddiness he felt. Even after dating for years, Daf still had that effect on him.
Hartley gazed fondly at his boyfriend, even as he burst out laughing. “Ugh. Please try not to? Because I really do not fancy eating burnt toast, or burnt anything else for that matter.” In reality though? In reality Hart would eat the burnt food if it came to that since he knew that Daf would have made the food despite being so busy with all the Healer-associated things. Dafydd’s reply meant the world to him too, especially after that failed proposal, sometimes Hartley felt insecure. Did Daf think he was not good enough for him as a husband? He leaned a bit into that hand, his gaze locked onto the other, a big smile on his face while at the same time he tried to push the intrusive thought away.
Then Hart was laughing again. Merlin! Dafydd always could make him crack up, even over the smallest things. “Whatever works, babe. Heck, I’ll even cook while you unpack.” They’d still be in close proximity to each other, which was what Hart wanted. Moving in together somehow ignited the need for him to be a tad clingy with his love. “Excellent! I know we have all the ingredients. We just have to dig it out of one of the boxes.” Hmm… just where were those boxes with their food stash? Hartley turned a full three-sixty degrees on the spot, hoping to spot them. |