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“Let’s go this way.” Owen tugged on Nathan’s hand, leading him off the street towards the path through the park. “Remember walking this way on… what was it, our second or third date?”

“It was our second, definitely. And yes. I remember.”

There was a warmth in Nathan’s voice that made Owen smile. He squeezed Nathan’s hand. “It was fun. Wanna go on the swings tonight?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll race you.” Owen broke his grip and started to run down the path towards the kids’ playground at the bottom.

“Cheat!” Nathan called from behind him. “I wasn’t ready.”

But with his longer legs, he overtook Owen anyway. He nearly crashed into the fence that surrounded the play area and wheeled around to grin at Owen triumphantly.

“What kept you?”

“Smug git.” Owen deliberately barrelled into him, smashing him against the railings and laughing as Nathan huffed, winded but laughing too.

They swung for a while in silence. Owen loved the cold air on his face and the rhythmic squeak of the metal chains. He was a little dizzy from the beer he’d drunk, but in a pleasant way. Everything about tonight felt good.

When Nathan eventually let his swing slow to a stop, Owen stopped too. He left his swing and went over to Nathan’s. Nathan smiled up at him.

“Hey,” Nathan said.

“Hey.” Owen nudged Nathan’s thighs apart and fitted himself between them. “Remember this?”

He leaned down and pressed their lips together, thinking about the last time they’d done this here over two years ago. It hadn’t been their first kiss—that had been earlier in the day—but it had been the first time they’d really lost themselves in each other. Sometimes Owen felt as though he hadn’t come up for air since. Previously a cynic who was sceptical about relationships and happy with casual sex, he’d fallen hard for Nathan and had never regretted it for a moment.

He slipped his fingers into Nathan’s hair to angle his head so he could deepen the kiss. Nathan put his hands on Owen’s hips and found the strip of skin above Owen’s waistband with his thumbs. He rubbed them teasingly back and forth, setting Owen alight with arousal and want. But there was no sense of urgency. Owen could wait till they were home in their bed. He knew Nathan was a sure thing, and somehow, where maybe that should have felt boring and predictable, it didn’t. It felt perfect.

When Owen finally broke the kiss, Nathan gazed up at him, dazed and beautiful in the moonlight, his lips parted and wet, and Owen felt a fierce surge of love and possessiveness. Nathan was his. Fuck, he was so lucky to have this.

“Maybe we should get married,” he said without pausing to think before letting the words out.

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