Oh, this wasn't what he'd wanted at all. Hudson was pulling back and as soon as there was air between them Don Juan felt like all the uncertainty came rushing back in. Had Hudson taken that to mean he didn't want to sleep with him tonight? As though that was ever possible. He couldn't leave like this, not when they had two weeks between them and the weekend at the Sanditon.

"No, I meant — this wasn't how I wanted to do it," he whined. He rubbed his hands against his trousers briefly but then started to undo the buttons on his shirt. "I wanted to be back here on Thursday and make it this whole romantic thing. It's going to... it doesn't look good yet." He grimaced, then rolled his shirt back off his right shoulder and slid it down his arm. He looked back at Dean helplessly. "I just had it done yesterday."

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