“Kell, it isn’t just you and I anymore. Delilah is the same. When I’m gone you won’t be alone,” Holland murmurs and shifts his face into the others hands, turning to press a kiss to one palm.

Why was Kell so insistent on this? They were never close. He shouldn’t matter to the younger man. Not after everything he had done. He didn’t deserve it.

The first finger was joined carefully by a second, gently stretching him.