[Jacob steals his breath with that kiss and a hand in his hair causes some of the static to subside. It would be back, it wasn't gone, just quieter for a moment. A moment is enough to focus on the feeling of lips on his and the emotion behind it. A mess of so much Chris can't begin to pick it apart, but he supposes he doesn't have to. The fact it's there at all means something.
His hands come up in front of him as though to reach for Jacob's hips or sides, but they close into fists in mid-air when he pushes the urge back. They needed to take the space after so many heated words and hurt feelings, even if it would be much easier not to.
When Jacob pulls away again, there's a moment where Chris' eyes are still closed, his lips still parted that he sighs through them before looking at him again and nodding.]
Two days exact. Be on the roof of the Arena. I'll pick you up at ten and no later. Promise.
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His hands come up in front of him as though to reach for Jacob's hips or sides, but they close into fists in mid-air when he pushes the urge back. They needed to take the space after so many heated words and hurt feelings, even if it would be much easier not to.
When Jacob pulls away again, there's a moment where Chris' eyes are still closed, his lips still parted that he sighs through them before looking at him again and nodding.]
Two days exact. Be on the roof of the Arena. I'll pick you up at ten and no later. Promise.