Pip winds his arms up around Lindsay's neck and kisses him back, and this time he's the one to close his eyes and escape into darkness so there's nothing in the world except the soft curls under his fingers and the touch of Lindsay's breath on his mouth and the slow, sliding friction. "Lindsay, do you still hate me?" "I do when I remember to," Lindsay says quietly, but he doesn't stop moving and he doesn't stop kissing him for a long time, on his trembling mouth and his sweaty forehead and his wet, closed eyes.
