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Book Lover . . .
Rowen looked down at the nightshirt he was wearing and sighed contentedly. He had liked it so much that Shala had finally said she'd get him his own. That had been two years ago, but he hadn't opened the shirt until now. Boy, would Sage be surprised.
The assertion on the front and back of the shirt was playful, but could and did make those whose minds were a little off-beat think dirty. Take Shala, for instance. Even the naive, innocent young girl had immediately thought dirty. Rowen caught himself. Where in hell had the naive and innocent part come from? He had no idea. Likely Shala would find that thought amusing.
When he'd shown off the shirt for her, the speculative glint in her eye had shown him that she had a few ideas up her sleeve. Unbeknownst to him, they involved him wearing the shirt for Sage. Shala loved testing other people's reactions to things. The imp of the perverse had once again taken hold.
Actually, Shala and Rowen both wanted to see Sage's reaction to the shirt. Although if all went as Rowen planned, there was no way Shala was going to see. She knew it, and had wisely back off. Actually, it had taken awhile to get her to wisely back off, but she had since gone back to her own dimension to play. At least, that was what she'd said. Rowen had a feeling that yet another Barbie doll was about to become a punk or a goth. Either that, or . . . Rowen shook his head to clear the thought. What was important now was Sage.
He quietly entered the bedroom he shared with Sage and stood framed in the doorway. He cleared his throat. Sage looked up from the book he was reading and gave Rowen a come-hither glance.
"C'mere," he said coyly, beckoning. Rowen took a few running steps and launched himself onto the bed. He bounced. So did Sage. "You didn't have to do that," Sage said, tossing his head. "That was bone-jarring."
"I know," Rowen said mischievously.
Sage propped himself up on an elbow and bent over to kiss Rowen. The other made it easier for him by closing the distance and returning the kiss eagerly. A second later, Rowen's head thunked back onto the pillow, Sage's mouth still on his.
"I can't wait to get you out of that shirt," Sage murmured.
"Bet that's not all," Rowen murmured back impudently. Sage looked at him sternly, then proceeded to prove Rowen right.
Hours later, curled up contentedly in each other's arms, Sage at last really commented on Rowen's new shirt.
"Ro, as long as I'm around, neither of us book lovers are going to go to bed alone."
"I sure hope so," Rowen said, grinning, as he kissed Sage's nose smartly, then snuggled back up to the blonde.