The click landed.
Sage leaned back against the door for half a second, eyes already on him.
Tracking.
Law had stopped near the edge of the bed, shoulders rolling once—loose. His shirt pulled across his back with the movement, fabric catching along the line of muscle before settling again. Not tension.
Release.
Sage pushed off the door.
Crossed the space slowly.
No hesitation.
Law’s hands flexed once at his sides, like he was shaking something off. His jaw wasn’t tight, but it wasn’t relaxed either.
Sage’s gaze dragged—shoulders, arms, the way the shirt molded over them, the faint shift of breath under it. Taking inventory without meaning to.
Or maybe exactly meaning to.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
Law looked at him then. Not sharp. Not distant. Present.
“That I want to kiss you.”
Sage huffed softly. “So, what’s stopping you?”
“Nothing,” Law said, a smirk tipping his mouth as he drew him forward.
Something in Sage’s chest eased. He’d been waiting for days. Since Vegas, they hadn’t had a moment alone—only the one long kiss earlier.
Now he wanted more.
The space between them closed easily.
Law’s hand came up, brief and deliberate, brushing his shoulder—solid, grounding. Possessive. Yeah… not subtle. Heat followed the touch, lingering through the fabric.
Law’s head dipped, and Sage tilted his face up. Their mouths touched, held—then pressed. Warm. Firm. Familiar. Law nudged his lips open, and Sage deepened the kiss, breath catching as he tasted him, arms sliding up and around his neck, fingers brushing the short hair at his nape.
He wanted nothing more than to crawl into the big bed behind them and stay there, away from the world for days—but now wasn’t the time.
Sage eased back.
Law’s chest lifted, breath coming a little faster, brushing across Sage’s mouth. Their foreheads met, pressed together—skin warm, grounding—both of them pulling air back in.
“Whatever happens out there, stay close to me,” Law murmured.
Sage smirked.
“I mean it. Stick to me like glue.”
Sage’s mouth twitched. “I’ll be right by your side,” he promised.
Law’s hands tightened—then eased, the shift subtle but there under Sage’s palms.
Sage caught it.
