Clement plopped down on the bed next to Kyle, who was chuckling on and off. He stared at his gorgeous fiancé in irritation. “Can you stop it already? It’s not that funny.”
“Oh, but it is. The Royal Public Relations Officer, Deesha—”
“Debra.”
“Debra,” Kyle acknowledged while still snickering. “I thought she was about to explode from frustration. I didn’t realize there were even protocols for announcing a royal engagement.”
“There’s a protocol for everything,” Clement muttered loudly while tugging Kyle’s head onto his chest. “The only room I’m one hundred percent free to be me is here. In this bedroom. With you.”
Kyle turned to raise his head and smile at Clement. “I’m starting to get it.”
“Regrets?”
Kyle shook his head. “Never. I love you.”
Clement felt more relaxed immediately. “I
