The room was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of the night outside. Tomas stood in front of Avalon, his oversized t-shirt still slipping off one shoulder, exposing the delicate line of his collarbone. His cheeks were flushed, pink with the warmth of the moment, as he stood nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
Without thinking, Avalon's hand reached out, gently catching Tomas's wrist again, pulling him closer. Tomas blinked in surprise but didn't pull away. Instead, his breath hitched as he stepped forward, his body drawn to Avalon's in a way that felt both inevitable and terrifying.
"Can I kiss you?" Avalon's voice was low, the words slipping from his lips in a way that felt more like a request than a command. His eyes, however, were hungry, dark with an emotion Tomas couldn't quite place.