Snow
The flakes fall slowly in fat, lazy clumps that stick to their clothes and hair. They catch on Ryan's eyelashes and he shakes his head and rubs at his eyes with snow crusted gloves. When that only makes things worse, he turns to Esposito with an almost helpless laugh. Esposito takes Ryan's freezing face in his gloveless hands and gently wipes at his eyes. Another flake lands on the tip of Ryan's red nose, and his eyes cross in an attempt to see it. Esposito leans in and kisses it, smiling at Ryan as the snow melts on his tongue.
Ex
Jenny waits across the street from Kevin's apartment. She needs to see him. Needs to fix things, fix them. She lurches forward when she sees him round the corner, but then he disappears behind a crowd and when he reappears Esposito is by his side. Jenny pauses, her foot on the curb, and watches them. Notices the way their heads are bent together, the casual touches, the private smiles, the tiny bubble of isolation surrounding them so completely. Her breath catches in her throat, and when Esposito follows Kevin through his building's front door, she stumbles back and numbly leaves.
Chocolate Kisses
Ryan tastes sweet like summer days from Esposito's childhood when the hydrants would gush water and sticky drops from a melting fudgesicle would run down his fingers to pool in his palm and drip onto his shorts. He tastes like winter nights when the air was so crisp and sharp that it would steal his breath and the kitchen was always filled with people and flavor and huge mugs of cocoa that would scald your tongue even if you blew on it first. He tastes of almost forgotten memories and sinful temptation and safety and danger, and Esposito wants more.
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