“This is probably very soppy, but I kind of adore you. You know that, right?” Dominic leaned down and kissed him on the nose. Scrunching up his nose, Sam laughed. “It doesn’t count, you know. Say something. Something soppy.” Dominic gave a snort. “Sammy, you have a government spy-slash-assassin petting your hair. It doesn’t get soppier than that for me.” Sam pouted. “You suck.”
