Loving Him For 30 Days
Eli stuck out his hand, and Lucien shook it with a dangerous smirk on his face, as they had just closed a business deal.
“He started baking at four in the morning,” Cassian said, as they both saw Eli walk away in the opposite direction.
“Don’t,” Lucien said shortly.
Cassian smiled into his coffee and mumbled;
“Thirty days, this should be very interesting.”
Lucien opened the pastry box, looked at the mille-feuille, and closed it again, then he walked to his council meeting trying not to think about any of it.
By ten, Saint Aurelius knew, by eleven, @saintaurelius_confessions had posted a slightly blurred photo of the gate with the caption:
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