The Kid stared for another long moment, then, very slowly, bent down.
Heyes’ heart stopped; he waited, and when the Kid’s mouth covered his, his eyes fell shut and he breathed the Kid’s scent through his nose, feeling it, feeling the exquisite, astonishing press of the Kid’s lips, soft against his.
Then it was gone. Oh, god. And Heyes breathed out,
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