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“Cocoa?” Thomas called, getting a pot out of the cupboard.
“That would be lovely,” Richard answered, from the sofa.
He carried on reading as Thomas made the drinks, but progressed slowly, preferring to focus on the sound of his lover puttering around the kitchen.
When he’d finished, Thomas rendezvoused with Richard in the sitting area, a cup in each hand. Richard took one gladly.
“Thank you, darling.”
“You’re welcome, now shove over.”
Richard obliged, shifting so Thomas could sit beside him. The two of them shuffled, mercifully without spilling their drinks, till they ended up a comfortable tangle of limbs.