💋

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

Carlos had been explaining some of the progress he’d made on one of the perimeter turrets – there were some tune-ups and Carlos had learned that the turret wasn’t operating at its full capacity. As he was talking though he didn’t notice Hancock leaning in until he felt the scarred lips against his cheek.

Carlos paused for a moment, still looking down into the open turret on the table. But slowly he cracked a grin and turned to look at Hancock. “Heh… um, what… was that for?” he asked, a little bit flustered.