Athan's finger poking Shawn's cheek froze. His gaze shook, astonished at what he heard. He worried he was just hearing things, but when Shawn turned to look up at him, his gaze traced over his features, his words weaving a spell that wrapped around Athan's heart, and refused to let go.
Athan shuddered. He feared that he might do something he would regret. No matter what Shawn said, he shouldn't take it seriously, since he was drunk. Yet he hoped.
He pulled back, aware of where this exchange might take. However, Shawn made it hard for him to hold back. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to Athan's as he rambled on, but the words stopped registering in Athan's head.
What's more, Shawn was unconsciously letting out his pheromones. Athan knew it was his scent, as the smell of beer wouldn't be able to compare to his intoxicating scent. He groaned, feeling frustrated at the same time aroused.
"Shawn, wait…"
