Danny looked up at Sydney from where he sat, jaw tightening, as she braced her hands on either side of his shoulders, knees nearly brushing against his own. she had him cornered, now, nowhere left to retreat, except toward the one thing that had long remained off limits: her, and still, he hesitated. a habit he'd sworn combat training had rid him of. albeit, here, now, he feared less for himself, than he did for their friendship, which he regarded as far more important. reaching for drink atop end table, he took one, long swig, finishing what was left of it, before locking eyes with Sydney, again. just as he’d hoped, it was just what he'd needed to reignite courage, necessary for what he dared to do, next. “no,” muttered, softly, with a faint shake of his head, as if to dismiss her answer, entirely, while hands found the backs of her thighs, drawing her forward, onto his lap. “show me.”