Not in the bath, but the entanglement was nice. The closeness, the quiet noise of breathing and the warmth, the potentiality. Caleb did want to stay right like this.
But he let the hand drop, down the front of Essek's chest--rather, across the front of his neck briefly, his collarbone, the very top of his chest, before he retracted the touch with such obvious regret that it felt like looking at Jester's Spiritual Weapon, garish and glaring.
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Not in the bath, but the entanglement was nice. The closeness, the quiet noise of breathing and the warmth, the potentiality. Caleb did want to stay right like this.
But he let the hand drop, down the front of Essek's chest--rather, across the front of his neck briefly, his collarbone, the very top of his chest, before he retracted the touch with such obvious regret that it felt like looking at Jester's Spiritual Weapon, garish and glaring.
"Will you get a towel?"