Everrett pushed his elbow underneath him and propped himself up a bit, forgetting how close they were and nearly knocking their foreheads together. He stopped just in time, though, and breathed softly as the tip of his nose grazed Ky's cheek. He could smell the scent of his skin: vanilla, clean boy-sweat, soap and something a bit more natural and darker, like wild grass or pines.
"That's a relief," he whispered with a breathy laugh, his elbow throbbing in protest as he let his weight rest on one arm.