
There’s candy red syrup smeared all over
Jack’s mouth a chin, even on the tip of his nose.
He’s had his first candy apple of the season, plus
four more.
Steve’s brows raise and he sways with him, happily, and slides a hand up to the back of his head. He’s not entirely sure...
Locking his hands together behind the other’s back, Jack begins to sway them back and forth to a slow and simple rhythm...