Curled together under the blankets in the darkness, Brian was drifting toward sleep, one hand tracing little random patterns on the back of Tristan’s neck, as his lover’s head lay cradled on his shoulder.
“Next time we go somewhere and you want to escape, just tell me. Sometimes it takes a while for me to disengage my mouth and notice stuff like that,” murmured Brian. He wanted to reassure Tristan he valued having just the two of them alone together as much as a good party.
“You’re like a flame. You’re warmth and light and wit, and people are attracted to you, me included,” said Tristan.
“I’m more interested in the part where you’re the one attracted. I’d like to get used to having you around on a long term basis.” Butterflies did an uncomfortable dance in Brian’s stomach. He wasn’t ask
