Emotion flooded his system, and he could barely think. Halo was warm in his grasp. Present, and here, when it seemed everyone else he knew had abandoned him. Some distant part of him knew he wasn’t thinking clearly. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and the alcohol had hit him hard. But it was difficult to care. Difficult to mind, or think of anything else with Halo’s lips on his. Returning the kiss. His wings folded so gently around her, cradling her to him as he deepened the kiss.
When he parted, a small gasp of breath escaped him. “Halo” He whispered. “Do you want this?”
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