Chapter 11

Atlas ruined the whole moment with a whimper.

With a sigh Seamus reluctantly stepped back. He licked his lips, the taste of Tibbit lingering on them. Now able to see Tibbit’s face he smiled faintly at the sight of Tibbit’s cheeks flushed, bewilderment making his eyes sparkle. He let his hand remain in place, unable or perhaps unwilling to completely break their contact.

Tibbit cleared his throat. “Is…is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

A shadow seemed to pass over Tibbit, his shoulders slumping, the blush fading from his cheeks. “Please don’t do this, Seamus.”

“Do what?” his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Tibbit averted his gaze. “Toy with me,” he mumbled. He spoke so quietly that Seamus hard trouble making out his words and asked for him to repeat them. “Toy with me,” his voice shook. “It’s wrong of you to call me up here and…and…do that.”