By the time they reached the bed, Liam had discovered several things.
First, Arik's favorite color was not gold, despite the eyes, the imperial embroidery, and the general hereditary audacity of his family. It was bronze and… a close second purple.
Liam had looked at him over the rim of his second cup of hot chocolate and said, "Of course you have more than one."
Arik had only smiled.
Second, Arik liked the scent of saint's breath, old paper, citrus oils, and the particular sweet note in Liam's pheromones when he stopped pretending to be offended for longer than ten seconds.
Liam had nearly choked on his drink.
Third, Arik did, in fact, drink alcohol.
This had required clarification, because Kamal and Edward seemed to behave as though Arik being within ten meters of a bottle was a constitutional emergency.
