Plucking a cluster of berries, Saffron smiled down at his prince who watched in curiosity. Saffron couldn’t resist, leaning forward to kiss him one last time. “Don’t kiss me again,” he breathed upon pulling away. “Unless you want your tongue to burn.” “I would do more for worse,” Cylvan promised, making Saffron smirk, before palming the berries into his mouth.
