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Gaetan hovered at the head of the bed, arms wrapped around his chest. Letho was sprawled out on his back, breathing deeply in sleep and occasionally snorting. He looked peaceful, in a way he never did when he was awake. Gaetan’s fingers itched to reach out and smooth across his brow but he refrained, unwilling to wake him. His tongue felt thick in his mouth and his heart raced.
‘I love you,’ he whispered, needing to hear the words in the open air, needing them out of his head. ‘I love you.’
He slipped out the door into the night.