“Your mind is racing like a fast car,” Valois murmured, pressing a kiss to Gunther’s temple. “Have I not taken you slowly enough through this?”
“It’s not that.” Gunther settled even more comfortably against Valois. “You’ve taken me slowly enough that I’ve not stumbled. When I find the rare things that excite me so much, I have a habit of falling headlong into them, full-pelt, and then I trip myself up. I’m just trying to make sense of all this.”
“Ahh, oui. The realisation of a thing that, until very recently, you could not admit to yourself that you needed so desperately.”
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