THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR
He smiled to himself and walked straight up to Zayn, leaning over from behind to press a kiss on his cheek.
“Good morning, darling,” Lucien said softly, waiting for the magic words.
Zayn turned his head briefly, kissed him back, and replied without looking away from his screen. “Good morning, baby.”
That was it. Lucien froze, his lips parting slightly. His eyes searched Zayn’s face, waiting, waiting for more. But Zayn had already shifted his gaze back to his tablet, completely focused.
Lucien frowned, pouted, and let out a small sigh. “That it?” he asked, his voice edged with impatience.
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