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Curt was curled up under a quilt, snuggled into Owen’s side. His head rested on Owen’s chest as he ran circles with his hand on Owen’s left pec. Owen’s cheek was pressed against the top of Curt’s head, one arm wrapped around his shoulder and hand resting on his waist.
Staring at the fire crackling away in the fireplace, Curt couldn’t ignore the question that had been niggling at the back of his mind anymore. “Owen? Can I ask you something?”
“What is it, love?” Owen sounded half asleep.
“Will you still love me even if I never get my memories back?”
“Curt. . .” Owen pulled Curt so he was practically sitting in the Brit’s lap. “I swore to love you in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I won’t go back on it.”
Curt closed his eyes and breathed his husband in. “I think I loved you even when I didn’t know who you were.”
Owen pressed a kiss to his temple. “How romantic.”
“Kiss me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Owen’s warm lips were pressing against his, and Curt knew in that moment that nothing in the world mattered more than Owen.