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In light of Raylan's confession, there was something more profound in the kiss when their lips met again, and Malcolm pressed closer to Raylan, wanting more contact, wanting more of Raylan's warmth, his fingers moving up his chest to his shoulders before he slid his arms around Raylan's neck.

When the kiss broke, Malcolm's face was still close to Raylan's, searching it and studying it. Raylan was classically handsome. Tall and lean and dangerous. He must have been able to have anyone he wanted.

Why Malcolm, if it wasn't just proximity? He wasn't going to question it too closely. It felt nice to be wanted. It felt nice to be wanted by someone who knew he had problems and was okay with it.