[ It might not be too far-fetched to say that once Ferdinand realized that the wall between them was beginning to crack, he barreled straight through it – heart-first, as is his wont. And now here they are, so very close, Hubert’s bare fingers sliding through his hair in a way that makes his heart leap in anticipation. The rosy color that’s settled on his cheeks may well never fade at this rate.
His lips curl into a smile, head tilting just enough to look at Hubert through his lashes. ]
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His lips curl into a smile, head tilting just enough to look at Hubert through his lashes. ]
Hubert… would you kiss me?