Michael shifted to snuggle into Alex, returning the kiss with a soft, contented noise. His delight when he'd woken up to find Alex still there that morning had been astronomical in its scope. That Alex had stayed, to get to wake up with him, wrap around each other with kisses and touches...it was ridiculous how many times he'd dreamed of that, and how he'd never thought he'd get to have it.

He wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, in the least. There was still a lot they had to talk about, things he had to confess, but he didn't want to think of them, now, or of what Alex would think or say when he heard them. He was aware this might be the only time he got to have this.

Sliding one leg over Alex's, he tucked closer, letting his fingertips stroke up Alex's arm, along his jaw. He didn't push for more, but he also didn't want to not be touching Alex, savoring each brush of skin against skin.