Dal smiled until the second their lips touched. He leaned in, sitting up straighter to meet Gabriel halfway. A quiet, happy hum bubbles up in his throat and he lets out the softest of sighs when Gabriel pulls away. This kiss, he’ll remember, so sweet and perfect in Gabriel’s kitchen over breakfast when it’s closer to lunch. A wonderful memory he’ll cherish always.

“Ya don’t have to wait next time.”

There would be a next time, right? A lot of next times, he hoped.

His smile went bright and wide and he flicked his eyes up to meet Gabriel’s.

“This means we’re datin’ now, right?”