The thought floods his senses, makes his chest tighten in a way that isn't unpleasant at all. Cullen locks his arms around Alistair, and does his best to be good.
(When he thinks about this moment later, he will make himself blush, and facepalm: it's embarrassing, being this predictable.)
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The thought floods his senses, makes his chest tighten in a way that isn't unpleasant at all. Cullen locks his arms around Alistair, and does his best to be good.
(When he thinks about this moment later, he will make himself blush, and facepalm: it's embarrassing, being this predictable.)