Of course just as Jude had given up on getting anything remotely helpful from this conversation and had hoped to shut it down, Kieran wanted the last word.
Eye contact. “Thanks, I’ll try that,” Jude said irritably, glaring at Kieran. Maybe it was his own fault for asking, but this whole conversation was making him tense – because now he was embarrassed and overly defensive, and he didn’t think he would be any better at looking like he was flirting after this, either.
Because if ten years of lingering eye contact and asking questions hadn’t made any progress, Jude didn’t think he would accomplish much with anyone else in an evening or two.
(And Kieran would be the worst audience in the world to it, if he witnessed Jude trying – because he would certainly be making fun of him if not judging, and he already knew a little too much about who Jude really was to believe it.)
Eye contact. “Thanks, I’ll try that,” Jude said irritably, glaring at Kieran. Maybe it was his own fault for asking, but this whole conversation was making him tense – because now he was embarrassed and overly defensive, and he didn’t think he would be any better at looking like he was flirting after this, either.
Because if ten years of lingering eye contact and asking questions hadn’t made any progress, Jude didn’t think he would accomplish much with anyone else in an evening or two.
(And Kieran would be the worst audience in the world to it, if he witnessed Jude trying – because he would certainly be making fun of him if not judging, and he already knew a little too much about who Jude really was to believe it.)
