Dante looked at Lyle with a similar gaze, just admiring him and taking in all of his features so he'd never forget. He closed his eyes, still smiling as Lyle's hand touched him gently on his cheek, neck shoulder then chest. His heart was beating steadily below his hand.  He kissed him back softly, his breath tasting like sweet liquor. He moved a hand and rested it on Lyle's waist.<br/><br/>"I promise."