“No thanks.” Dillon jumped off the bed and sat again to unlace his boots. He yanked off the rest of his clothes before turning to him. “Oh you could do one thing for me. Would you be able to make the rash disappear from those who have it? They’re all innocent and are suffering because I didn’t word my wish well.”
Zane closed his eyes and nodded abruptly. “It is done,” he said. He watched Dillon’s bare chest and smiled. “Removing clothes is a good idea.” He started to blink his clothes away but Dillon stayed him with a hand.
“No, let me. I’d like to unwrap my partner.” He cocked his head and frowned at Zane. “Maybe some hair?”
An amused snort escaped Zane, but he performed the small task gladly. With a nod of his head, long hair fell to his shoulders and replaced the previous bald look.
“Much better,” Dillon said with clear approval.
Slowly Zane stood. Happiness bloomed inside while he waited for Dillon to remove his clothes. Oh he knew it wouldn’t be easy. It would take time for them both to adjust to living together and losing his magic. Dillon pulled off his boots and the tight black trews down his legs. He stroked his shoulders and gently kissed him. With a sigh of pure happiness, Zane blinked them back onto the bed.
Dillon smiled at him. “I love you.”
“I know,” Zane said, and he did. When he gazed at Dillon, his chest hurt and the lump in his throat rendered him speechless. Dillon had offered to give up everything, his own independence, just so he could go free. He needed to remember that during the times his trust started to falter.
A priceless gift.
Ah yes. The human knew the real worth of freedom. Zane would never find a better partner than the man with him now.
Dillon was his last wish and the last one was the best of all.
About the Author
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and a small, bossy dog named Scotty.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big overseas experience). A year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by the dog, and curling up with a good book.
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