[It's little surprise that she can see through to a glimpse of the turmoil twisting his insides. Not when they remain wedged together, and manna pulses between them like a steady heartbeat. Nikolai shakes his head. His smile slips into something more pensive. A furrow appears between his eyebrows.]
I need to talk to her first.
[His gaze slides away from her, as do his hands, falling inert to the blankets mussed up underneath them.]
While I'm being honest, we're not in the habit of, ah, sharing one another...
[They had never established the boundaries of their relationship with any particular label, but that doesn't mean those boundaries don't exist. He's crossed a line, and he can only hope that she allows him to cross it back to her.]
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I need to talk to her first.
[His gaze slides away from her, as do his hands, falling inert to the blankets mussed up underneath them.]
While I'm being honest, we're not in the habit of, ah, sharing one another...
[They had never established the boundaries of their relationship with any particular label, but that doesn't mean those boundaries don't exist. He's crossed a line, and he can only hope that she allows him to cross it back to her.]