A sound of surprise growled from Harland's throat, pleasant surprise, as Alistaire kissed him in a way that made the heat sear his skin again-- like being struck by lightning, he imagined, leaning back from Alistaire with a dizzy smile. He shook his head, waves of rust orange hair sliding down across his shoulders and neck. "Codladh sámh, mo chroí," Harland said, in parting.
He was going to sleep extremely well tonight, with the gift he'd gotten Alistaire under his pillow, and his phone in his hand timing out to the photo he'd taken of Alistaire against the railing.
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