"You're also big enough that if you get into a fight, you'll bring this whole fucking place down on top of us!" Anderson snapped. "Did you think of that?"
Lynn dropped the last of his clothes in a pile, then turned, grabbed Anderson by the shoulders, and jerked him close. He cut off Anderson's angry words with a hard kiss, shifting to hold his head and pressing as deep as he could get, sucking on Anderson's tongue, reveling in the feel and flavor of him, the comfort that Anderson brought. The simple happiness.
Finally drawing back, nipping at Anderson's lip just to hear his soft grunt of not-protest, Lynn said, "I'm not a kraken hatchling, Sparkleson. Just be ready to do what you've got to do because I have no idea what that might be." He took one last, swift kiss, then stepped back and removed his shifter ring. Pressing it into Anderson's hand, curling his fingers around it, Lynn turned and dove into the water.