It's a sweet kiss and there's a lack of familiarity to it that reminds me, again, of how long it's been since the last time I had the simple pleasure of this sort of kiss. There's no rush to it because we have so much time, though that doesn't mean there's a lack of urgency. It's easy to lean in, to deepen the kiss, to want to be closer, especially when Blue's hand is warm against my skin. My heart jumps, remembering that she's in my clothes.

And then is slows, remembering she's injured. "It is," I says, pulling back and biting my lip a little. "I just want to be careful." I trace my fingertips over a sleeve, conscious of the road rash beneath.