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“I want to marry you.” Junod rumbled, hands sliding over Ivo’s hips before squeezing gently. “In spring.”
“You’re being foolish again.” Ivo settled further against his chest.
“You always think that I’m foolish.” He nosed at the older Witcher’s temple, teasing just as much as he was seeking an answer. “But I still want to marry you.”
Ivo twisted in his grip, eyes narrowed. “You’re serious.”
“Deadly so.” Ivo’s lips parted and closed. Junod smiled.
“I’m-“
“Just say yes.”
Junod, wide eyed with a smile no one knew what to do with, as always, got his wish.
“Alright, in spring?”