Marriage wasn’t even something Dal considered. Before now, who might’ve wanted to marry someone like him? What did that piece of matter anyway? He was happy now, knowing Gabriel wanted to live with him, knowing the man loved him and cared for him. Dal would be happy with just this forever.

When Gabriel stood, Dal kept hold of his hands, refusing to let him wander back to his side of the table just yet.

“Gabriel,” he murmured. Though his voice was soft, it was so full of new warmth that hadn’t often been there before. “You can kiss me proper if ya want.”