His shoulders tightened, awareness snapping sideways—window, street, Law—
—and there the memory was again.
Law’s mouth on his. Fireworks.
That split second he hadn’t stepped back.
Yeah… not helping.
“Anything?” Law asked, low.
Sage blinked once, dragging his focus back to the glass. “Thought I—”
He cut himself off.
Because whatever had pulled him over here was gone.
And now there was something else sitting in its place.
Something tight and hot and… Closer.
He turned his head just enough—
—and found Law already looking at him.
Not past him.
At him.
Sage huffed a quiet breath through his nose, jaw flexing once as he held his ground.
“Nothing,” he said.
Didn’t sound like he meant it.
Neither of them moved.
Sage didn’t step back.
Didn’t think.
Didn’t give himself the space to.
He moved.
Closed the distance that wasn’t there to begin with and caught Law’s mouth hard—he’d been holding it back too long and didn’t care anymore.
No hesitation.
No second check.
Just contact—sharp, immediate, controlled right up until it wasn’t.
Law didn’t miss it.
Didn’t question it.
His hand came up fast, catching Sage at the back of the neck, pulling him in instead of away—turning it into something deeper, heavier, less contained.
