Dane kisses his apology away. “Shh.” Sitting back in his seat, he gives Krish’s hand a squeeze and nods at the windshield. “Light’s green.”
Krish eases off the brake. He doesn’t know what to say so he just listens to Dane’s breathing, the radio turned down low, the purr of the engine beneath them. He wonders if the evening’s shot now. It’ll be his own fault if it is.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Dane says, and Krish raises his lover’s hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles in reply. Despite the gap in the seats between them, Dane leans over and rests his head on Krish’s shoulder. He picks at the dark hairs along Krish’s arm, and when he speaks, his voice holds the hint of something Krish knows all too well. “Maybe when we get home? If you’re not too tired—”
“I’m not,” Krish sa
