Riley couldn't even think.
Or maybe he didn't dare to. Because what possible thoughts could he form when everything around him was Kael?
That scent, sharp and warm, filled his senses. It hung thick in the air until it was all he could breathe. He could feel Kael's breath against his lips, hear the faint sounds of contact and the unsteady rhythm of their breathing, harsh and uneven as they clashed again. The world around him blurred into warmth and sound and motion.
And yet, as if those weren't enough, he could taste him, as if he even needed undeniable proof that this was real. As if his frail body wasn't already screaming loud enough as proof.
With his bare back against the cold mirror, he should've felt really cold, and yet what made him tremble wasn't the chill, but the large, searing hand that held him steady, pulling him in so close that his legs managed to instinctively tighten around Kael's frame.
Close enough that there was no space left between them.
