The way Andre touched him didn’t discourage him, either.
“You don’t know me very well yet.” The weight of Andre’s hand warmed him more than the sun. A smart man would push it away, but Thomas’s common sense had checked out the second he first laid eyes on Andre. “Just give it time. I’ll find a way to disappoint you.”
Andre was less than pleased with this answer and tapped his thumb hard against the library book.
“That’s selfish. That’s me wanting to be able to talk to you more easily.” How did they get back to discussing him again? Andre was scarily good at getting him to open up. “It’s better I talk to you than Mom anyway. I don’t want her to see how worried I am about her.” There. He could give that much, anyway.