It wasn't a long kiss. It wasn't particularly accurate either and landed on the corner of the mouth.
The sleepy, half-aimed press of lips had landed on the corner of his lips. But it was still a kiss nonetheless, and Neville gave it casually like he was used to this scene.
When Neville let go, he flopped back against the pillow and pulled a blanket over his head.
"That's enough, right?" His voice was muffled but audible. "Now let me sleep. You kept me up all night with your nonsense."
Grayson remained frozen in his half-bent position, one hand braced against the couch cushion, eyes wide.
He had been kissed.
By Neville Hope.
By his employee.
On his couch.
The corner of his lips still tingled where Neville's mouth had touched, a phantom sensation that made his face feel warm. He had kissed Neville before once or twice impulsively, but Neville didn't seem to remember those. But those had been his doing, his choice, his control.
This was different.
