Those glasses land crookedly across koby's flushed face and he laughs, bright and endeared, unable to help the way he leans in and kisses him hard and sweet, noses bumping awkwardly, the kiss messy.

"A date," he tries when he pulls away. He likes the way it sounds - a day wrapped up in everything just for them. With Koby in his arms, he carefully wades toward the edge of the pool, pressing his back up to it for one last lingering kiss, slow and needy and hot, as if he can pour all of his love into him this way over, and over, and over.

"Lets get new bracelets. I need to add one that says I'm with you. You need two more - let them know even if they find your bed the pillows will smell like me, letting them love you like I do."