[The kiss was partly meant to distract from his flimsy answer, but Romance is making soft little sounds, cupping his jaw like a lover would. Then he has the audacity to look up at him with those beautiful eyes, saying earnest things like I'm glad you stayed.
It's getting harder to lie to himself about what's happening between them.
But he gives in anyway, allowing Romance to pull him back down, their lips meeting in a way that is genuinely tender. Almost loving. There's a small (large, actually) part of him that fears this vulnerability, knowing that attachments like this could be used against him. Was it worth the risk?
He recalled the promise they made, to visit the sea, to feel the sun.]
Think your bed can handle me for another night?
[Which is his clumsy way of offering to make this a more regular thing.]
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It's getting harder to lie to himself about what's happening between them.
But he gives in anyway, allowing Romance to pull him back down, their lips meeting in a way that is genuinely tender. Almost loving. There's a small (large, actually) part of him that fears this vulnerability, knowing that attachments like this could be used against him. Was it worth the risk?
He recalled the promise they made, to visit the sea, to feel the sun.]
Think your bed can handle me for another night?
[Which is his clumsy way of offering to make this a more regular thing.]