"I don't know. I'm not usually given repeat performances." A sad smile passed over Harry's face, but he didn't want to end their time together with sorrow. He let a playful grin play at the corners of his mouth, chasing away regrets for now.
Lowering his head, Harry placed a light kiss on Faelan, barely brushing his lips against the other man. "Rented the room for the whole day, didn't we, and I feel stone cold sober. What say we not leave another go to chance?" At Faelan's answering grin, Harry cupped his face and deepened the kiss, letting their passion build slowly. The night was still young, after all, even if the day was over for another year.