It wasn't an answer, but Valerian was all too willing to take it as one. He tugged their clasp hands towards him, unlacing their fingers so he could press Greengrass' hand against his waist. He wanted to be close, mostly because he was sad and wanted to believe that maybe this wasn't the end, but also because there was a little part of him that believed that overwhelming Greengrass with kisses and tender touches might make him forget that he'd been trying to break things off—or better yet, change his mind completely.

So he deepened the kiss and pulled Greengrass closer. He placed his hand on Greengrass' knee, his fingertips drawing higher up his thigh with each passing moment, while his other hand balled into the fabric of Greengrass' shirt at his chest, holding him in place.

"Let me love you," he murmured against Greengrass' lips, his fingertips drawing along the edge of Greengrass' belt, "Let me show you."

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