That confused Leander even further, because didn’t he wantthis to be real? Hadn’t he longed to feel anysort of emotional connection since losing his father and brothers? Hadn’t he wantedto know why he’d always felt so different from those very same brothers? Hadn’t he always secretly wished for someone to want him the way Julien did?
“Leander?”
Leander forced himself to meet eyes that gleamed almost golden in the near-darkness.
“Leander, if you’re having doubts—”
“No,” Leander said quickly. “Not doubts. It’s just—I don’t…I just…”
Julien’s hand came up to cup his cheek and as Leander leaned into the warm palm, he made his decision.
“I’m sorry.” Leander tried to smile, but suspected it was a little shaky. “For a moment I just—” He stopped himself before he began stammering stupidly again. “I’m ready, but you’ll have to lead the way.”