Holland nods once and returns the next kiss; almost melting into it as Kells hands move up his back. Reaching around he lifts the other up enough to set him on the counter top.

He settles between his legs and loops his arms around his waist, keeping him close.

Everything between them felt intimate. Every touch felt like it meant more. The silence held a weight that others didn’t.

“You’re my counterpart,” he mumbled. They were two sides of the same coin. A reflection of one another. “I don’t want to be without you.”