Ford returned the kiss, but briefly — he was already smiling too much at Macnair's insistence to kiss him properly. It had been a stroke of genius to make Macnair write him a letter, so that they could talk about ground rules and boundaries in print rather than in person. If they'd been trying to figure this all out while Macnair was also trying to kiss him, they likely wouldn't have even gotten through the conversation before they'd thrown them all out the window. And it was important that they follow the rules, or this would end sooner than either of them would have liked.
"Stop it," he muttered, leaning in to Macnair and still smiling. "You're terrible. And you're wasting time. I'm only supposed to be here a few hours," he pointed out, starting up the stairs. He didn't really know his way around this house, but he knew the path from here to Macnair's bedroom well enough that he didn't need to wait to be led this time.
"Stop it," he muttered, leaning in to Macnair and still smiling. "You're terrible. And you're wasting time. I'm only supposed to be here a few hours," he pointed out, starting up the stairs. He didn't really know his way around this house, but he knew the path from here to Macnair's bedroom well enough that he didn't need to wait to be led this time.
Set by Lady!