"I'll come pick you up after classes, don't leave with your chauffeur in case he comes," Kyle says when he stops the car in the lot, voice low but still threaded with a possessiveness that feels like it's burning right through his chest.
His eyes trace Ashen's face, can't seem to get enough, memorizing every line, every flush still lingering on his cheeks.
Ashen pouts, shifting forward in the passenger seat, lips pushing out in a playful challenge. "Aren't you escorting me to the class?" he asks, tone light, almost teasing, but the sparkle in his eyes tells Kyle he means every word, that the closeness is something he still craves.
"If you drag me along with you one more time I won't be able to let you go," Kyle breathes. "But seriously, you can wait for me in class after your classes. I'll come pick you up there," he finishes, pulling Ashen toward him, not even bothering to hide the ache thrumming through every part of him.
