His breaths are heavy, heart slowing down, and he bets that if he can look at his eyes, his pupils will be dilated.
They aren't touching, but it feels like they are.
Day is lying on the soft bed, facing Travis, who is facing him too, the space between them feeling so far away, but at the same time almost nonexistent.
They are supposed to be napping.
It's the explanation there is as to why they are here, in the big bed; Travis' bed, curtains drawn slightly to block all the afternoon sunlight, but enough to leave some filtering in.
He exhales through his lips and then rolls on his back, pushing his hair back.
It's too much. The thing between them is too much but also not enough. He needs … no, he wants.
But he isn't going to offer himself up. He wants to know what Travis is willing to do, see him undone and desperate for him.
he knows that it's not a normal thought, but he is tried pf pretending he wants anything normal.
Especially when it comes to Travis.
