Rin stretched his arms high above his head as he walked toward the brothel. His smile refused to leave his lips, no matter how much he tried to tone it down. His cheeks still felt hot from everything Lucien had said earlier, and his chest buzzed like he had swallowed lightning.
"I proposed to a man..." he muttered, dragging his palms down his face. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
But the second he thought about Lucien's answer... Yes. I would love to marry you... His whole body tingled. He replayed the sound of Lucien's low voice, the gentle weight of his arms, and the way he looked at him as if Rin was the only person left in the world.
He almost skipped on the cobblestones. His steps carried him faster, straight to the brothel door.
