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First published June 13, 2025
Gem touched him so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world to get close to him, and Rusty wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“I don’t want to inspire your fantasies, Gem!”
“Then don’t send me sexy pictures!”
Gem was like the sun, and after so long living in shadow, Rusty had forgotten what it felt like to bask in the light.
“I guess I stopped believing in magic a long time ago,” he finally said, soft as a secret. Gem reached up and dragged his knuckle along Rusty’s furry jaw. “I’ll help you remember how, if you want.”
He’d already fallen, hadn’t he? Tripped head over ass before Rusty had even kissed him for the first time.
He was allowed to be happy; he was allowed to have beautiful things. And by gods, if this wasn’t the most beautiful thing of all. ❤︎
😅🤣■ “If I ever went to jail, I’d create a harem of beefy guys to protect me,” Gem said as he slid several drinks over the counter to waiting customers. “They’d be my security bitches, and I’d reward them.” He waggled his eyebrows at Rusty as he added, “Generously.”
Oliver laughed as Rusty rolled his eyes, and Toni paused in the kitchen doorway, holding the swinging doors open as he gave Gem a proud onceover. “Gemmy, if anyone could reign as queen in prison, it’d be you.”
Gem preened. “You’re godsdamned right. My rule would be firm but fair, and I’d petition the prison execs for cuter uniforms because orange is not my color.”
“I’d feel safer in prison if you were in charge,” Oliver said sincerely, and Gem pressed two hands to his chest.
“Aw, Ollie. That’s so sweet. I’d make you my favorite bitch.”
Chest swelling, Oliver shot Rusty a smug grin. “Hear that? I’d be Gem’s favorite.”
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With a snort, Rusty shook his head and folded a new bakery box. “How about we just avoid prison all together?”
“He’s so jealous,” Gem whispered loudly in Oliver’s ear.
“So jealous,” Oliver agreed, mouth twitching with the need to smile. A growl rumbled in Rusty’s chest, making both Gem and Oliver laugh, but their conversation was derailed as another wave of customers flowed into the cafe. Even though Rusty was scowling, the amused sway to his tail gave him away, and it filled Gem’s belly with crackling warmth as he returned to his spot behind the espresso machine.
🥹 🫠■ “Maybe different would have been better,” Rusty admitted.
“But then we’d be different,” Gem said, framing Rusty’s face in his top hands as he smiled so fondly at him. “And I happen to like you exactly as you are.”