It doesn’t have to be some heated, deep kiss to be meaningful, not to Dal. He loves the way Gabriel’s hands feel against his face, big and strong and warm and oh-so-gentle. Leaning in to meet him halfway, Dal sighs softly and shivers with delight when their lips meet. It feels like a strike of lightning, prickling his skin. Oh, he hopes to remember this. He hopes so much!

When they part, Dal lifts his eyes shyly, smiling despite a flush of color settling on his cheeks. Ah, just looking Gabriel makes butterflies dance in his chest. He’s so lucky to have this man. His precious, handsome, kind man. Dal’s hand lingers against Gabriel’s cheek and he lets out another contented sigh.

“You’re so wonderful,” he gushes quietly. “’m sure I love you.”