Marshall grasped Benedikt’s face, smacking a dozen kisses anywhere he could. “You are my hero,” he declared. “Plucked me right up like a mighty rescuer.” Benedikt spluttered a laugh. Though Marshall couldn’t see him properly without any light, he felt Benedikt’s grip tighten around him, their limbs still entangled. “I would reroute the train with my bare hands before I left you behind,” he said matter-of-factly. “How very romantic.” “I know.” Benedikt nudged his chin closer, taking a proper kiss.
