The following morning, Caleb and Rae stood on the Wellington Street bridge in the freezing cold to watch the memorial service in Confederation Square. Rae had bundled up in multiple layers, and Caleb wished he’d done the same. His suit and coat weren’t quite cutting it. At least Rae looked cute as fuck in her hat and mittens too. He kept getting pangs of longing every time he looked at her, so he was trying to focus extra hard on the service.He couldn’t hear it well, but there was a screen that had been set up so the public could see what was happening from where they were standing. Multiple people spoke in turn at a podium set up by the war memorial, first in English and then repeated in French. Family members of veterans, present serving troops, and the prime minister all gave moving speeches that had Caleb rubbing his chest.There were a lot of people wearing poppies. You’d see a lot in the UK, but there was one pinned on every person who walked by. And they definitely didn’t clo

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I was sitting on a bench in the National Gallery’s Indigenous and Canadian Art exhibition, staring at a painting by Emily Carr when Caleb found me.It didn’t immediately register with me who was taking a seat beside me, and I marvelled at some people’s shamelessness to sit so close to strangers in public places. But then his familiar aftershave hit me, and the warmth from his body relaxed my tense posture.“Why did you have to pick the hall furthest from the entrance to hide in?” he asked in a whisper, leaning into me.I bit down on a smile. “Maybe I didn’t want to be found.”When I met his gaze, Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “You want me to bugger off again?”I really didn’t. “No.”“They let me in for free,” he said after a moment of just looking at me. “For Remembrance Day.”“Me too.” I let out a content breath. “This country is infinitely better than ours.”“Hard to disagree with that.” He chuckled and looked around the room. “There’s a lot of cool stuff in here.”“I know. I can’t stop

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

The flight home was much better than the one coming. Never mind the fact that I actually managed to sleep, but the food was better, there was no one close enough to me in the aisle to touch me, and no curtains were flung in my face.Caleb had only needed my help for the first couple of hours, so once he put his headphones on to watch a movie, I knocked the fuck out. I didn’t realise how tired I was until the flight attendant was tapping my shoulder to say we were about to land.I looked over at Caleb to find him much the same—rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingers. Even sleep-rumpled, he was so…beautiful. His hair was messy, sticking out in places I didn’t think it could; his eyes were heavy with sleep in this adorable way, and he had pillow lines on his face.Once again, I felt the urge to put my mouth on him, to cuddle up to him and rub my hands through his hair.Fucking hell, this wasn’t normal. Especially not for me. I didn’t pine after men I couldn’t have. I’d had men chas

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

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