“Oh, he made it,” Andrew said. “That’s interesting.” He pressed two fingers to Neil’s throat, checking his pulse. When Neil tried to bat him away, Andrew caught his wrist with his free hand. His smile was small and fierce as he leaned forward into Neil’s space.
“Remember this feeling. This is the moment you stop being the rabbit.”
A painting for a very special someone. She’s beautiful, she’s witty,
she’s the best and I love her more than words can express. Today’s her
birthday and she deserves to be celebrated! Happy birthday, mum! I love
you and forgive me for eating all your chocolate! ♥