Two years after Jonathan’s daring proposal, their engagement still holds. For Varg, life’s been a lot easier than the first nine months they spent together. Life’s also been a lot less chaotic. He’s even liking Svalbard—and not just the town, but the wilderness too. There’s something special to the land.
Svalbard is part of Jonathan’s blood and things really couldn’t be any better. He’s got his home, his business, and his man. Life’s great. Until the day it isn’t. After finding a lump, he heads to the mainland to see a doctor, and the news is not good.
Jonathan doesn’t know how to tell Varg—so he doesn’t. Instead he hopes to get it over quickly, suffer in silence, and then go back to his normal, happy life. But even though Jonathan isn’t forthcoming, Varg isn’t so easily fooled.
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“Hey, babe.”
Jonathan was right where I wanted him to be. He sprawled on the sofa, wearing only joggers and a T-shirt as he watched the telly.
“Hey.” He looked over at me inquiringly. “How was your day?”
“Splendid.” I strolled over to him so I could kiss him soundly on the lips. “About to get better, though.” I indicated the package I held under one arm.
He eyed it. “Oh yeah?”
I sat on the edge of the table, blocking his view of the TV, and started ripping off the tape. “We’re making a dildo.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“A dildo?”
READ MORE“Yeah.” I made a small sound of triumph as I got the tape off. “We’re making a dildo. With this ‘make-your-own-dildo’ kit.” I opened the package to get a look at what exactly it was I’d got. “I bought it online a while ago.”
He cleared his throat. When I looked at him, he only shook his head.
“We’re making a dildo of your cock.” For his information, just in case he hadn’t got the memo.
Now he coughed, even more surprised. “And how do we do that exactly?”
I’d read all about the kit before I’d bought it. “You stick your dick in the mixture for about a minute and—voila!—an exact replica.” I took the box out of the package, treating it reverently, like it was some kind of precious, breakable object.
He stared at me again. This time there wasn’t any surprise, more the kind of look that wondered if I’d gone mental. “Why would you need a copy of my dick when you’ve got the real thing right here?”
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