[ john holds his gaze and thomas' throat turns dry, his stomach tight. it's tension, but the best kind. he finds himself swallowing, but not looking away until they've both lowered their glasses again.
he wants to kiss john. chase the taste of wine from john's lips.
instead, he sets his glass down and clears his throat, his smile a little rueful. acknowledging the tension between them. acknowledging, too, that this is not the place for it. ]
What do you make of the tensions between Olympia and Wyver? [ he asks instead. ]
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he wants to kiss john. chase the taste of wine from john's lips.
instead, he sets his glass down and clears his throat, his smile a little rueful. acknowledging the tension between them. acknowledging, too, that this is not the place for it. ]
What do you make of the tensions between Olympia and Wyver? [ he asks instead. ]