“Why not?” Midnight cocked his head and the way Tresilian smiled at him heated Midnight’s blood.
“Because I was watching over you. I’m pleased you feel so much better. I expect I shouldn’t still do this.” Tresilian glanced down to where he still held Midnight’s hand.
“No, please.” Almost without conscious thought, Midnight tightened his grip, not wanting to lose the connection. “I…I feel better…like this. But if you’d be more comfortable…I mean…I don’t…I want…”
Slowly, Tresilian leaned closer, until his lips brushed gently over Midnight’s.
“Then I shall stay. Talking can wait. Until you feel better.”
His lips still tingled from the touch of Tresilian’s and Midnight was beyond being able to speak. He nodded, his gaze never leaving Tresilian’s face and the comforting warmth of his smile.