Goodnight tipped his head down to catch Billy in a kiss, soft and sweet. He wanted this moment to last, wanted the morning to draw out longer. He wanted to stay here in bed, where it was safe for him to touch Billy like this, to indulge in this sweet affection away from prying eyes.

Why the hell had he brought them here?

He kissed Billy's forehead. "At least I can promise you the coffee here is good," he teased softly, unwilling to break this moment with a raised voice.