“I think I’d like to see it someday,” Alex muses and reaches out to carefully run a finger down the soft petals of an orchid. “If it produced something as lovely as you.”
“Flatterer,” Mahiro says, but the tips of his ears are pink.
“Truth,” Alex says, and turns toward him again, swaying close enough to smell his cologne, pick up his hand. He brushes a kiss across Mahiro’s knuckles, lingering a moment, his gaze never leaving Mahiro’s face.
“I’m…not really used to this,” Mahiro says and glances down at Alex’s hand wrapped around his own. “Is everything still okay?”
Alex puzzles, and then realizes Mahiro’s referring to their little game. He’s not accustomed to dating, wants to make sure he’s not crossed a line. “Absolutely perfect,” he says.
“Good,” Mahiro says and slips away from him, o
