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“I love you too.”
She smiled, dropped her hands, and walked from the room. Onyx watched her leave, heart lodged in his throat.
When he turned back to Luther, Luther smiled softly at him. “Eavesdropping?”
Onyx came around and sat beside him. “I have not seen her like that in a long time.”
He’d gotten so used to seeing his mother befuddled and confused. He’d practically given up hope that she might improve. For the first time in a long time, he felt a spark of hope that his mother might return to him. Maybe she wouldn’t be the woman she’d been. But it might be some form that he’d recognise.
“You’re good at talking to my mother.” Onyx wrapped his arm around Luther.
“I understand her in a lot of ways.” Luther put his hand on top of Onyx’s knee. “I understand what it is to lose so much of yourself to pain.”
Onyx kissed his cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
“For what?” Luther asked.
“For trying to get better. I know it isn’t easy. And like I said before, I’ll be with you every step of the way,” Onyx promised.
Luther exhaled and leaned his head against Onyx’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“And I agree with my mother,” Onyx said.
Luther turned towards him. He raised a brow.
“I think you deserve more than you think,” Onyx said.
Luther lowered his gaze. He let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know about that.”
“Well, I do.” Onyx cupped Luther’s cheek. “I think you deserve happiness and love. I want those things for you.”
Luther lifted his gaze to Onyx’s. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I am so glad to have you by my side as I face life’s difficulties and uncertainties,” Onyx said. “Since my sister’s death, I have felt so alone in this world. I don’t think I even realised how lonely I felt until you came along. I am so grateful that I have you.” Onyx’s chest swelled with all the affection he felt. “I love you, Luther.”
“I love you too.” Luther pressed their lips together. “Now I don’t want to talk anymore. Not today. I just want to be with you.” He kissed Onyx again. “Take me to bed.”
“Are you tired?”
“No.” Luther kissed him again, this time nipping at Onyx’s lower lip. “Not even a little bit.”
Onyx slid his arms around Luther, capturing his lips in another kiss. Their mouths moved in a dance that Onyx would never grow tired of.
Onyx slid his fingers up the nape of Luther’s neck, cradling the back of his skull as his tongue plundered Luther’s mouth.
Luther moaned.
Onyx broke the kiss. “I think we should retire to my room. Now.”
ChapterSixty-Eight
Luther leaned on his cane with one hand. His other hand entwined with Onyx’s as they walked down the hallway to Onyx’s room.
“How is your leg?” Onyx glanced at it, a frown marring his handsome face.
“Fine.” Luther shrugged.
Onyx stared at him as if waiting for him to elaborate.
