Hold Still Page 5

  Gaston laughed, squeezed his hand, and with his free hand, gestured to the door. "Goodbye, Justin."

  "Sir," Justin replied stiffly and departed.

  Esen slumped as the door closed and looked up at Gaston, an apology for presuming on his lips—but the words were all forgotten as Gaston kissed him, held him tightly. "I like grounding you, Esen. It is rather perfect that it is the wind that makes me hold still. You will stay with me, won't you?"

  "Yes," Esen said, and forgot entirely about breakfast until a snort of amusement announced the arrival of the queen, and they slunk sheepishly to their seats.

  FIN

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