It had been so long since anyone got to him anything close to the way Verity does. All it took was knowing she saw him as he was, in plain sight. For all the lies and careful act he puts on, he was needing the same way she was. Matt let her in and has never looked back.

Someone needs to breathe, eventually. Their kiss is flavored with the salt of the air and sea. There are so many ways to kiss and love this woman. Matt wants to find them all. "Maybe three. Uh. Clint?" He's guessing without any evidence. A wave threatens his balance enough to get him to bend his knees. Gotta be careful with the precious cargo. Though now it's lapping at his waist and splashing up onto Ver.