Dorian stared at Bramen for a moment, then laughed a little incredulously and shook his head. "Do me a favor, darling, pinch me? I need to make sure I'm not dreaming. You're too perfect. You must be a desire demon."

No one could be this perfect for him, always saying the right things, in the right way and never faltering. How did he go through years wanting this very thing and then have it? There was no way he would get to keep this.

"Go on, right here." He tapped a finger against his side under the water. "A quick hard pinch. Go ahead. I can take it."