It's a toss-up, right then, between slapping some sense into him or kissing him. Granby's infuriated, his face flushed, pulse throbbing in his temple and, still, even then, he can't stop wanting.
He crushes his mouth against Laurence's. At worst, he'll end up with a black eye and a definite direction, rather than this spinning in the wind.
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It's a toss-up, right then, between slapping some sense into him or kissing him. Granby's infuriated, his face flushed, pulse throbbing in his temple and, still, even then, he can't stop wanting.
He crushes his mouth against Laurence's.
At worst, he'll end up with a black eye and a definite direction, rather than this spinning in the wind.