““You’re shy,” Skylar whispered, nuzzling his ear. Reading his mind. Xander swallowed. “Sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” Skylar laced their fingers together, drew Xander in close enough that there would be no hiding the evidence of Xander’s arousal. And Skylar’s lack thereof. “I find your shyness very attractive.” “Oh,” Xander said, because he didn’t know what else to say. “I want to date you, Xander. I want to help you with your project, and sit for your paintings, and write a manga with you, and I want to date you””
