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Chapter 1
“Merlin’s head is spinning as he gives himself over to the kiss completely, until all his sensations are just Arthur Arthur Arthur – his strong hands on Merlin’s hips, his quick exhales against Merlin’s cheek, his scent: a mix of roses from the soap used by the laundresses and something almost like pine wood, and his determined focus, like all he cares about right now is kissing Merlin and nothing else in the world.”
chapter 4
“Before Arthur has any idea of what he is doing, Merlin’s arms wrap around his shoulders, and he stumbles backwards as their lips collide, struggling not to fall from the force of it.”
