[Dating is a strange word for it, but what else are they supposed to call it at this juncture? That's by leaps and bounds a far better answer than Trevor expected. He'd expected laughter at best, but this? This was reasonable. A dialogue of acceptance, and he could work with this if he could just keep finding the words.
He was actually doing surprisingly well in that department. Thank God for champagne.
But Trevor smiles. Not a shit-eating grin, not a sideways smirk, but an actual genuine smile, wide and warm and beautiful. There's relief in his posture too, in the way his shoulders relax and he looks as if he can actually breathe again.]
Yes. [And before Adrian's hands can slip away again, Trevor grips them gently and brings both to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of each.] Yes. Thank you.
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He was actually doing surprisingly well in that department. Thank God for champagne.
But Trevor smiles. Not a shit-eating grin, not a sideways smirk, but an actual genuine smile, wide and warm and beautiful. There's relief in his posture too, in the way his shoulders relax and he looks as if he can actually breathe again.]
Yes. [And before Adrian's hands can slip away again, Trevor grips them gently and brings both to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of each.] Yes. Thank you.