This week, I have a snippet with Cathal and Flavian from The Artist's Masquerade for you. We're in Flavian's point of view here.
He watched Cathal, focusing only on him, on the way he moved, sinuous and graceful, a bit incongruous for someone so tall and well built. He held his breath as Cathal came near, turning as Cathal passed behind him, a hairsbreadth away. Flavian’s skin prickled at the proximity, and he let out a shuddering breath when Cathal moved away again.
His hopes that Cathal hadn’t noticed were dashed when Cathal looked at him over his shoulder, a knowing smile curving his full lips. And how he wished that smile didn’t make heat curl through his middle. He could not think of Cathal that way, could not let Cathal affect him that way.