Malcolm Bright

Malcolm leaned into that kiss, tenderly lingering in it for a moment. When it broke, he leaned back and fumbled on the coffee table behind him for a box of tissues, which he dragged over onto the couch beside Raylan's leg so he could pull a few from the top.

"Here," he murmured, wiping down his chest and stomach and each of his fingers before the rest of his hand. He tossed the used tissues on the coffee table. He'd pick them up later.

He kissed Raylan one more time, then tilted his head to gesture to the side. "Do you want me to let you up?"