how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi hums against Ronin’s mouth, his fingers tightening at the back of the Knight’s neck like he might just anchor them both here, consequences be damned. "Tell her and I’ll deny everything," he whispers between kisses, brushing his nose lightly against Ronin’s in a gesture as adoring as it is teasing. "I’ll claim void infection. Or memory loss. Maybe both."

He leans back slightly—not enough to create real distance, just enough to draw a breath and press his forehead lightly to Ronin’s. The humidity makes everything a little heavier, a little closer. The air. Their clothes. The weight of a decade shared, and gods but he can't get enough.

At the mention of the bar, Remi snorts softly, and his brows raise in faint surprise. "Gods, I’d forgotten about that place," he admits, voice low and fond. "I remember getting a touch handsy at the table, and then.." His grin blooms slow and wicked. "If I remember correctly, weren't we asked to leave..?"

Dragging his hands down to Ronin’s sides, Remi glances in the direction of the overgrown path. "We should absolutely go find out if we're still welcome," he says, as if he hasn’t already made that decision ten kisses ago. "But if it’s still standing, I fully expect you to at least buy me a drink before getting us kicked out again."

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