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“Because I feel like him again. I feel like the man I was back then. You found him again, Graham. I’m home, and I’m back to being yours. I wanted you to have him back.”

He kissed him.

The tangle of tongues said it all.

It was the perfect gift.

When he broke the kiss, Graham stared into his eyes. They were the eyes of his one and only.

“That’s the best gift you could have ever given me,” he admitted. “Thank you, mo ghràdh.”

Oh, well, anything for his love.

Without a doubt.

“Think of it as our one-month anniversary gift a little early. No need to get me anything.”

Yeah, that didn’t fly.

Not with Graham.

“Actually, I have a gift for you.”

Michael lifted a brow.

“You do?” he asked.

Graham nodded.

“Help me up,” he said, and Michael did just that.

When the man was on his knees, he moved to straddle Michael’s body again.

“Uh, what did you get me, exactly?” he asked. “Because I think I like this gift.”

Graham stared into his eyes.

“I got you a whore for our anniversary. Now, let me show you how dirty I can be.”

And he did.

REPEATEDLY.

For Michael, that was the gift that kept on giving.

Scratch that.

For D’Artangnan, that was the gift that kept on giving.

And it did.

All.

Night.

Long.

Chapter Nineteen