It wasn’t... well, maybe it wasn’t everything he had been hoping for (– and Theo tried to remind himself he purposely hadn’t been hoping for anything, anyway, so he couldn’t be disappointed by things not said, feelings not returned –) but it was still something. Besides, it was probably better this way: however Cash felt or didn’t, at least if he knew how Theo felt about him, Theo wouldn’t have to worry so much about hiding it.
And it was hard to feel abashed about any of it now, with Cash pressed so close against him. (Hard to pay attention to anything else, really.) “Yeah, okay,” he conceded, as if he could possibly complain about that suggestion. Breaking into a wry grin, then, he moved his hands to Cash’s hips to tug them both further back into the room. “Show me.”
And it was hard to feel abashed about any of it now, with Cash pressed so close against him. (Hard to pay attention to anything else, really.) “Yeah, okay,” he conceded, as if he could possibly complain about that suggestion. Breaking into a wry grin, then, he moved his hands to Cash’s hips to tug them both further back into the room. “Show me.”
