“Okay, we’re all packed up.” Rakos rubs the berry juice from his fingers. “Not quite. You missed one thing.” Bell frowns at him, then melts into a laugh as Rakos crowds against him and kisses that sweet smile into submission. There’s an unavoidable joy about being with Bell. It’s like flying. It’s like diving and trusting Bell to pull him up at the last minute. They make out lazily, slowly, and Rakos would love this to last forever.
