Mitchell smiled against the boy's mouth, pressing soft kisses against his lips, nudging his nose lightly with his own.
And then they were interrupted by a piercing shriek, as the kettle reminded Mitchell that he'd put the water on to boil.
He groaned, and pulled back, his expression apologetic. "Sorry!" he winced. "Sorry, I'll just...just let me turn it off." He backed away, turned the stove off and then turned back around to face the angel.