Page 86 of Trigger Discipline

But for now, the sun was setting. The waters were calm. And Blake looked radiant. His face was serene, the sun illuminating his messy hair in a halo. Gabriel’s mouth went dry, and for a moment, he forgot about everything.

Sliding his hand forward on the smooth deck, he tangled their fingers together so he could hold Blake’s hand. The medic smiled, opening his eyes. They were the color of spring.

“I’m sorry about your crochet hook,” Blake said, squeezing Gabriel’s hand.

“That’s okay.” Gabriel lifted their joined hands and tugged Blake closer. “I think I found something equally as distracting.” He tilted his head and kissed Blake, soft and slow. It felt right, and suddenly everything seemed so unimportant—his arm didn’t hurt, DC wasn’t burning, and life as they knew it hadn’t been irreparably changed.

Because Blake was kissing him back, leaning into him, with his soft hair brushing Gabriel’s cheek, his skin warm and alive.

When the future was uncertain, Gabriel was going to hold onto the only good thing that had come out of all of this. He was going to hold onto Blake with all he had.

After all, Blake was his mission.