I watched breathlessly as he stepped lightly into the shallows and then looked straight ahead, directly into my eyes.
“I want you to know, Fitz, that I am doing this because you did not even think to ask it of me," he said calmly, and then pulled the shift over his head and let the final barrier between us evaporate like a mist into the darkness.
I stared, transfixed, at my Beloved standing naked before me in the moonlight. By the warm flame of the candles, he’d been loveliness itself, but in the moon’s pale glow he was incredible, unearthly and ethereal, the Fool of my youth, of my childhood and of my manhood both.
✨ Of Cats and Closed Doors, Chapter 22 ✨
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