Billy couldn't remember his last kiss. It had been years ago, a girl in the house who worked in the kitchens, who'd been younger than him by about a year. He'd cried, because he had known exactly why he didn't want to kiss her back.

And he knew exactly why he wanted to kiss Goodnight back, slow and heady, overwhelming.

He snuck the half step back to the bed and then tugged Goodnight against him, so that when he shifted, them tumbled back onto the bed.