After keeping the boys from kissing in chapter 20, I…maybe wrote a quick scene of them kissing. So as not to cheat myself.
Word Count:402
TW/CW:kissing (will hide under the cut)
Ambrose wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t used to any of it.
There was a second chair in his kitchen now, and another armchair in the corner. There were cookies in the pantry, in case someone dropped by, and extra dishes, in case they stayed for dinner. Though the additions weren’t much, they filled the place more. Ambrose didn’t even realize how much the empty spaces had bothered him until they weren’t there anymore.
“Ames?” a voice called from the new armchair. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Hm?” Ambrose turned. There it was, the part of all this that he was least used to. Eli was draped over the chair, book dangling from his hand, looking at him with a gentle expression.
“You’re staring at the kitchen chair again,” he said. “I thought you liked it?”
“Oh.” Ambrose blinked, then patted the chair. “I do like it. I just…”
