Dragon Scales by Sasha L. Miller Page B

face. Amantea stared at him, urging him to believe that Amantea was telling the truth. If Isaia thought him nothing more than a flit... he didn't know what he'd do.
    "I want you, too." Isaia reached out and brushed some of Amantea's hair from his face. "I'm sorry."
    Amantea made a face at him, then glanced at the house. "Are you going to stay here?"
    "Do you like it here?" Isaia asked. "I can stay here, if you prefer it. I wanted to show you my home, though."
    "I want to see it," Amantea said. Isaia climbed to his feet, helping Amantea up. He reeled Amantea close, kissing him softly.
    "I'll take you anywhere you want to go," Isaia said, kissing him again. "Especially if it involves a bed."
    Amantea snorted. "How about inside? It's cold out here." He offered Isaia a smile, which Isaia returned, giving him another kiss before moving to retrieve the tub. Amantea picked up the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. Isaia casually looped his arm around Amantea's waist, tugging him close, and Amantea smiled, enjoying the closeness as they headed toward the house.
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