Ford's stomach did an uneasy flip as Ty continued. He hadn't managed to put any significant space between them, despite pressing his hand to Ty's chest; he didn't want to really push when he didn't know if Tycho was fully steady on his feet. This wasn't an enviable position to be in, stuck like this, but at least Tycho had both his hands busy. He wasn't going to move the one on Ford's waist and risk Ford stepping back and moving down the hallway, and there was no where for him to set the bottle occupying his other hand. So Ty couldn't tease him, not properly — it was just words. Ford had willpower enough to survive words. (Didn't he?)
"I came here to talk to you," he insisted. While he may have been ignoring Ty's words for the sake of his conversation the flush on his skin made it obvious that his mind had already jumped to picturing it before he could prevent himself. "About what you did at the ball tonight."
"I came here to talk to you," he insisted. While he may have been ignoring Ty's words for the sake of his conversation the flush on his skin made it obvious that his mind had already jumped to picturing it before he could prevent himself. "About what you did at the ball tonight."
Set by Lady!