All of a sudden, Gansey is forward and seductive, stepping close and even daring to touch. Declan stays very still, breathing shallow as Gansey speaks with a heady combination of confidence and timidity.
Declan does not allow himself to quiver. He has never been so blatantly approached, so openly desired. He is accustomed to girls who titter and hide among their friends, but who come without hesitation to the crook of his finger. He is accustomed to deciding what he wants--what is safe for him to want--and acquiring it easily.
This is not safe for him to want.
"Lose a bet, Richard?" Declan asks, face cold and blank. He carefully removes Gansey's hand from his chest before it can detect the tell-tale clamor of his heart.
But instead of turning to leave, like he should, he steps past Gansey through the door, inviting himself inside. "Do you have anything decent to drink?"
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Declan does not allow himself to quiver. He has never been so blatantly approached, so openly desired. He is accustomed to girls who titter and hide among their friends, but who come without hesitation to the crook of his finger. He is accustomed to deciding what he wants--what is safe for him to want--and acquiring it easily.
This is not safe for him to want.
"Lose a bet, Richard?" Declan asks, face cold and blank. He carefully removes Gansey's hand from his chest before it can detect the tell-tale clamor of his heart.
But instead of turning to leave, like he should, he steps past Gansey through the door, inviting himself inside. "Do you have anything decent to drink?"