There’s a quiet edge of urgency to Jim’s motions, a hint of uncertainty in his smile. Felix knows him just well enough to sense it, even as he finds himself backed smoothly against the couch, Jim leaning tantalizingly close.

There are times when stopping and demanding answers is wise. Felix doesn’t think this is one of those.

“Only one,” he replies softly. “Only you.” His hands slide around Jim, gently holding him steady. Holding him close, as Felix closes that tiny gap with a tender kiss.