When Magnus leans over to kiss him, there’s something new in it, something warm that bleeds through Alec’s veins. And the thought occurs to him that he could do this forever and never get tired of it. Never want something else, something more, because somehow, some way, he’s found it. He’s not entirely sure what it is yet, but the way his insides settle with the kiss, untying knots so old and twisted he assumed they were a permanent fixture, assures him that he’s found something he’s needed for possibly his whole life. It’s the kind of discovery that is usually life-shattering, but right now it’s just freaking warm as hell.

I didn’t want to have feelings for you, but you’re a black hole, Alexander. Gravitational pull. You suck in everything around you, and you just don’t see it.