It could have been the blood loss, or the conspiratorial look, or Yousef's hands on his chest, but regardless, Kieran was pushed over the edge. Most likely, it was the expression Yousef made as he looked up at him, his eyelashes, Kieran was as charmed as he was stupid. He tipped his head forward off the wall - another wave of dizziness hit with the motion, woah - and said, casual, "I can think of something."
His fingertips tightened against Yousef's shirt. Kieran leaned forward to press his lips against Yousef's, gentle-like - he was testing the waters as much as anything, because vampires could be offended by this too, he was sure. (Kieran did not think it likely, under the circumstances.)
His fingertips tightened against Yousef's shirt. Kieran leaned forward to press his lips against Yousef's, gentle-like - he was testing the waters as much as anything, because vampires could be offended by this too, he was sure. (Kieran did not think it likely, under the circumstances.)