When they were done, a soft smile crossed Remus’s face. He leaned forward. He leaned close. So close. Close enough for Sirius to count each freckle sprinkled across the bridge of his nose. Close enough for Sirius to smell the light sheen of strawberry Chapstick smeared across his lips. Their faces were inches apart, and the rest of him smelled amazing, too, like spicy aftershave, old books, tea, and chocolate. Sirius held his breath, feeling Remus’s warmth against his skin as he got closer, and...