One second I’m choking down on my laughter, and the next there are hands grappling at my shoulders, a chin bumping my jaw, a muttered curse— Something brushes the corner of my mouth, and I— Waylon. Way, Way, Way— He pulls away. Time slows until I swear it stops as my wide unblinking gaze collides with his in the dark. I can just make out the glittering orbs, shining back at me like tiny, little diamonds.
