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This piece comes from my wip To Target the Heart and happens the next day after Darshan and Hamish’s somewhat botched first attempt at intimacy.
Hamish stared at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted extra eyeballs. “Have you got rocks in your head? I just said we cannae do it.”
“I heard you, but what if we are discreet?”
The man’s fiery-red brows twisted with disbelief.
“I can do discreet.”
“You snogged me in the middle of a pub,” Hamish pointed out. “Forgive me if I find the idea of you being discreet a little hard to swallow.”
Yes, some years had passed since it’d been required of him, but that was hardly a basis for his abilities. “All right, that was not one of my finest moments, but I was drunk and… curious.”
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