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Curt sat, nestled in Owen’s lap, head tucked into his neck. Owen loved him.
The thought was ridiculous to Curt, but it was true. Owen loved him.
Owen loved him.
Curt kept replaying Owen’s words in his mind, repeating them over and over like it was his favorite song. Owen loved him.
“Owen?” Curt asked quietly, feeling shy but wanting his. . . Partner? Lover? Owen. His Owen’s reassurance.
“Yes, darling?” Owen’s voice carried masked concern, which was warranted- Curt’s breakdown had probably terrified him.
“Why do you love me?”
Owen’s hand ran up and down his back in rhythmic motions as he spoke. “I’m not quite sure,” He said slowly. “I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. I think it’s the way you smile at me.”
Owen leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “I’ve never known someone like you. Someone so soft, so ready to love even when you’ve been hurt before.”
Curt looked up at Owen in surprise, but the Brit kept talking. “I could see it in your eyes the day we met. You were hurting inside, and a part of me was drawn to you. I wanted to just take you in my arms and give you the world.”
Curt reached up and cupped Owen’s face gently. “I didn’t know you were so romantic,” He said lamely.
“Will you let me?”
Curt blinked. “What?”
“Will you let me give you the world?” Even as Owen said it, he looked sort of afraid. As if Curt would say no.
“Owen. . .” Curt pulled the Brit down and kissed him gently, lovingly, lips barely parted.