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I lean forward, arms braced, facing them both. I’m trying not to appear confrontational, but this means so much to me I can barely keep my voice steady. I don’t want my persuasion to come across as bullying. After all, it has to be a decision for and by all three of us.
I just want that decision to be right.
I glance at Eddy first. “You haven’t said much.”
Eddy appears to be engrossed in his coffee. His eyelids droop sleepily, there’s the slightest lick of rose colour across his cheeks. I can see the gentle throb of his pulse at his throat. Soft skin, soft movement. Most people think he’s uber-shy, sometimes aloof. They find him difficult to approach.
I find him the most enchanting creature on earth.
Or… one of them, at least.