[ What he'd stopped himself from saying was: I need someone I can trust. And, to be sure, he trusts Gil, certainly enough to let the man take all kinds of liberties with his boundaries. Not every liberty, yet. But more than most.
Was that wise? There's no way to tell, but--even if it wasn't--Adra knows himself. Knows he's never let wisdom stop him before.
So it goes.
He kisses the inside of Gil's wrist. Brief and hot, and then he lets go. ]
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Was that wise? There's no way to tell, but--even if it wasn't--Adra knows himself. Knows he's never let wisdom stop him before.
So it goes.
He kisses the inside of Gil's wrist. Brief and hot, and then he lets go. ]
Thank you.