Naturally, it rained. It rained a lot. On those days, Brennus and Cyprian sheltered as best they could, making love to the sound of distant thunder, and keeping warm by huddling naked beneath the combined cover of their clothes and the pelts they’d been given.
“I love you so much,” said Cyprian. “When I think of how we met…”
“In the woods,” said Brennus. “Almost a year since.”
“Yes. And the journey we’ve shared.” Cyprian kissed him. “I know, not in here—” he pointed at his head, then his heart “—but in here, that we were meant to be together.” He kissed Brennus again. “You saved my life. You saved it when we met, and you saved it again when I was sick. I almost died. I saw angels. I glimpsed the afterlife. But I knew it wasn’t my time. I knew I wanted to come back to you.”
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