He'd wanted Jude to stay with him until they got the election results, but this was better than what Kieran had originally envisioned. Instead of drinking tea and coffee in the 'sitting room' of the flat, they were a little damp and blissfully naked, curled into the tangled blankets of Kieran's bed. Kieran curled his body against Jude's, and tucked one of his legs over Jude's, their thighs touching. He could have fallen asleep just like that, but then Jude spoke.

Kieran grinned, crooked. He was feeling cheeky. "I was worried when I said that you'd notice how much time I spend staring at you," Kieran said, meeting — predictably — Jude's eyes.