The second time we kissed was after the Transilvania mission. I was lying on your bed, and you came and sat by me.
"Do you want to kiss me again?" you asked.
It had been two years since that first one. I nodded, and you stretched out beside me and offered your face up to me, and I knew right then, my life was going to get complicated. Kissing you was drowning. We kissed for hours, soft and hard, intense and deep and quick and long, until your lips were swollen and red, eyes heavy and dark.