“Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?” [WINKS.]
Michael blinked hard at the sentence, harsh words halting to haunting silence between them. He hadn’t expected Gavin to remember that night-- he hadn’t allowed himself to think about the prospect, if he was being honest. It was easier to be angry with him and ignore any possibility that he reminisced the same as he did.
“--Like alcohol and chlorine.” It had taken him at least a full minute to provide an answer, but not because he had any trouble remembering. He had slumped into himself, arms crossed before his chest, voice smaller than it had been in quite a while.










