Here is what Kieran wanted to do when Jude straightened the crown atop his head:
Snatch his wrist with his own hand. Put his other hand on Jude's hip. Pin him against the nearest brick wall of the street, gentle, and press his lips against Jude's.
But he had the box. And that was insane. So he didn't. He had to do something to defuse the one-sided sexual tension that had settled in his bones - it was the conversation topic, and Jude in the red rose crown, and the unprecedented seriousness of their little chat. It was the gaslights alongside the street and the lateness of the hour and the excitement of the day. It was, especially, the curve of Jude's jawline.
Instead of trying to pin him, he grinned vibrantly up at Jude. Kieran shifted the box to his hip, and freed one hand, just long enough to tap Jude on the nose. "Are we feeling better, then?" he asked, a little playful.
Snatch his wrist with his own hand. Put his other hand on Jude's hip. Pin him against the nearest brick wall of the street, gentle, and press his lips against Jude's.
But he had the box. And that was insane. So he didn't. He had to do something to defuse the one-sided sexual tension that had settled in his bones - it was the conversation topic, and Jude in the red rose crown, and the unprecedented seriousness of their little chat. It was the gaslights alongside the street and the lateness of the hour and the excitement of the day. It was, especially, the curve of Jude's jawline.
Instead of trying to pin him, he grinned vibrantly up at Jude. Kieran shifted the box to his hip, and freed one hand, just long enough to tap Jude on the nose. "Are we feeling better, then?" he asked, a little playful.