At Honoré’s bedroom door, McGauran clears his throat to announce his presence. When Honoré turns around, the sight of his enchanting face snatches the breath out of him. “Uh, am I disturbing you?” he stammers, losing the confident composure he had only moments ago.
Honoré sets his pen down and slowly rises. A slight blush stains his cheeks. The afternoon light catches in his black-blue hair, and as he walks up to him, his eyes sparkle with emotion. “You never disturb me.”
“I just, well, I wanted to see you.” Words. Why can’t he find the words?
Honoré steps a little closer. “No more beard.”
McGauran can’t help grabbing Honoré’s hand and pressing it harder to his face. He peers into Honoré’s eyes, his heart thudding against his ribs. “Do you like it better?”
But Honoré slips out of his
