Noel sat on the edge of the bed, nightshirt loose and open at the collar, dark hair messy from sleep and restless hands. His cheeks were flushed, hazel eyes bright and teasing as he looked at Rowan.
Rowan stood near the door as Noel's question hung between them.
"I asked a question... Rowan. Do you want to kiss me?"
Rowan's breath caught. He took half a step back, shoulders hitting the doorframe.
He opened his mouth and closed it. His face burned red, visible even in the low light.
Noel waited.
Rowan swallowed hard.
"I... I'm not sure," he said finally, voice rough. "I want it. But... I might not be able to control myself. I'll... lose my head."
Noel tilted his head, smile slow and knowing.
"That's the point," he said softly.
Rowan stared at him... chest rising and falling faster.
Noel stood up slowly.
He walked toward Rowan, his bare feet silent on the rug, his nightshirt shifting against his thighs.
Rowan didn't move.
