"It's a good sort of flip," Thomas murmured, nodding very slightly. He didn't want to jostle Krem, didn't want him to pull back when he was so close that Thomas could smell him and see all the small freckles and marks on his skin.

He inhaled slowly, fingers still moving back and forth against the back of his neck. He leaned forward and returned the gesture, brushed his nose against Krem's and felt a smile cross his eyes.