"I fell in love with you. The moment I admitted it to myself, my ancestors were rolling in their graves. Which honestly, just turned me on even more. There may be something wrong with me."

Dorian smiled, so broadly that it hurt. Because he did love Bull. They'd both taken a shot in the dark, and they'd somehow, blindly fumbling, managed not to bung it all up in the end.

"And for the record, I had more things in your room than you did by the end of the month. I practically did own the place."

He held a finger up to Bull and then leaned over the side of the bed to dig into the pocket of his trousers, which were folded neatly on the nightstand on his side.

Dorian pulled out a fancily embroidered little pouch.

"I could?"