In the corner of their vision, they could see Monty’s hand coming up towards their cheekbone. Hal held their nerves steady as they prepared to feel the sting of a slap. It was what they would have deserved for their cruel comment. Instead, in another moment of absolute gentleness, Monty ran his hand up the side of Hal’s face.
More wanting them to touch skin to skin for as long as the universe might live.
“You misunderstand me, my dove. I just want to go home with you.”