Under the wine and the cider Raleigh tastes just the same as he did five years ago, kisses the same as five years ago.

Chuck kisses him like there's all the time in the world, like he's leaving tomorrow and is memorizing every detail of his mouth and face.
He strokes Raleigh's jaw and throat with his thumb and leans back, pressing his forehead against Raleigh's.

"Sorry," he mumbles, though if he was really sorry he'd pull away from him.