Cooper leaned in slowly—sending Boogie scurrying off in annoyance—and their lips met. A simple, affectionate touch that offered the reassurance and connection he couldn’t seem to give with words. He liked the way Park sometimes held his breath when Cooper kissed him like this. Like unexpected affection was so precious he didn’t want to risk any interruption. The way Park kept himself straight and stiff, clearly wanting to look his best for someone he must surely know already thought he couldn’t get more beautiful. Maybe he didn’t know. Maybe that was the problem.
