Akiva didn’t know if that was naivete or bravery, but he knew that in that moment if he didn’t kiss Eitan, he’d regret it. “Technically”—Akiva wound his hand around the back of Eitan’s neck—“we’re in New Jersey.” He pressed his mouth to Eitan’s. There was something joyful in this kiss, something that felt different than all the others. Eitan, perhaps settling into himself.
