Holland closed his eyes and just breathed, listening to the thrum of their hearts beating. The waves just outside. The flatter of others on the ship. He listened to the breath as it passed through Kells lips and chased it. The kisses were warmer things. Things that wanted to hold on. Regretful things.

“...I’m open to other ideas if you can’t think of them.”

He doubted there was anything but if it made Kell stop.