God. Even after months of being together, Calvin can still make his heart race like this. He steps toward him and cups his face, tipping his head back and giving him a long, tender kiss.
“I’m glad I found you,” Miles murmurs against his lips.
Calvin grins. “Sappy.”
“That’s a line from ‘Garden,’ jackass. You know, the song you wrote? I can sing it, if you want.”
“I… no. Don’t sing. God, shut up.” Blushing, Calvin grabs him by the front of his shirt and kisses him. Miles has figured out that he does indeed kiss him for the sole purpose of shutting him up. It’s the reason he pokes fun at him, sometimes.
“Love you,” Miles says, and it’s definitely sappy, but he doesn’t care.
That earns him another slow and tender kiss. “Love you, too, even if you sing really, really bad,” Calvin murmurs in return.
“Babe, I’m an artist. You can’t even draw a straight line.”
“Why would I need to—”
This time, it’s Miles who shuts him up by kissing him. He keeps doing it until Calvin sags in his arms, and he pulls away to get a good look at him like he does all the time.
It’s still unreal to Miles that he’s living in this town again and it’s all thanks to this person in front of him—the most loyal, selfless, kind, and prickly man he’s ever met, and who he’s fallen ridiculously in love with. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
