afteredison.
“—-for not asking first.” he should’ve. and thomas can’t help but feel guilty for not doing so; the unsteady thumping of his heart drowning out all other noise. ( it’s in these vulnerable moments he feels most terrified, the power surging through his veins amplified by the slightest hitch of breath. he sits a living weapon mere inches from a boy who consumes his thoughts— who leaves him a mess. giggling and blushing, bold and brave; unafraid. hopeful. )
thomas tilts his head up, still somewhat sheepish; though, the grin he brandishes hides that well. “can i? …kiss you, i mean.”
“ Mr manners an’ chivalry all th’sudden, huh? ” But he has to admire his sheep-like politeness . . . all though the concept is amusing to him. “ What th’hell happened to the Tommy who sticks his nose where it don’t belong? Who breaks th’bloody rules and does what he wants anyway? ” A hand raises and fingers wind around his forearm softly yet firmly as a low tone comes forth with a subtle sense of low charm as brown eyes drift to the lips he felt had prematurely left his own . . . “ I ain’t stoppin’ ya . . . ”
