All at once, Cae wanted to kiss him. He’d wanted to kiss him before now, multiple times, but in that moment, the strength of his longing all but knocked the breath from his lungs. It made him ache, to see the edges of Velasin’s grief and not be able to smooth them away. He wanted to lean in, cup his cheek and stroke a thumb across the bone; wanted to tuck a loop of that soft, dark hair behind his ear and kiss him, over and over, until those beautiful gold-grey eyes were hooded with laughter, not sadness.
