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ckled and appeared to
read his mind.
"Thanks to your Lady," he replied. When Julian didn't reply, though,
he nodded. "And," he added softly, "thanks to me." He was rewarded
with a blush that he could just make out through skin already flushed
by warmth. "You are still . . . " he trailed off.
Julian's voice was soft, barely there. "I guess I am," he replied.
"Uncomfortable?" Rala asked. The other man's eyes rose to his.
"No . . . " His gaze was earnest. "Just . . . uncertain." His slim
shoulders rose in the undulating water in another shrug. "It's not
what I'm used to," he amended. Rala's smile became very gentle.
"But . . . " he prodded. He watched the doctor prepare his words,
eyes yet cast down with such astonishing long lashes, his dark hair
glistening over deep wet skin, and felt the same amazement he had
felt during the lesson. Doctor, he told Julian in his mind, you are
so very beautiful.
The other man's eyes rose then, and he saw the expression on Rala's
face, the way he was looking at him. After a moment, he returned the
gaze, held it firm. "But," he
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