Kieran grinned at Jude's answer in a flash of expression, and then tried to tone it down to a normal level; painting Jude was more intimate than sketching him in secret, more intimate than the full moon mornings they spent together. Kieran's pulse kicked up a notch. This could be his undoing, really, if Jude paid enough attention.
Except would it really be that bad if Jude knew? It was obvious enough to Kieran, surely it was obvious enough to other people — maybe if Jude knew, even not reciprocating, it wouldn't be that damaging. Kieran mulled the thought over, tucked it away — the point was not his being in love with Jude, the point was that he was going to paint Jude. Those were separate issues (although they could not be fully extracted from one another.)
"You'll have to come to my flat though," he said, "I don't have them with me." And there was another pang of nerves at that — was Kieran's flat a disaster at the moment? He wasn't even sure.
Except would it really be that bad if Jude knew? It was obvious enough to Kieran, surely it was obvious enough to other people — maybe if Jude knew, even not reciprocating, it wouldn't be that damaging. Kieran mulled the thought over, tucked it away — the point was not his being in love with Jude, the point was that he was going to paint Jude. Those were separate issues (although they could not be fully extracted from one another.)
"You'll have to come to my flat though," he said, "I don't have them with me." And there was another pang of nerves at that — was Kieran's flat a disaster at the moment? He wasn't even sure.