"You're really good at making my stomach flip around," Thomas murmured, turning his head and pressing a gentle, almost a whisper, really, of a kiss against Krem's thumb.

He didn't know if it was all right, didn't know if Krem even wanted a touch like that but he'd learned that constantly holding himself back wasn't going to get him anything. He had to be brave, he had to take chances.

Thomas finally realized he had a free hand, a free hand that had just been slack against his thigh that he picked up and curved around Krem's neck, fingers inching up into his hair and pressing gently.