Chris shuddered when Cole stepped away, hands reaching up to run through his hair before they flopped to his side and he eventually settled by crossing them over his chest. Now that he had space, it was just as hard to think. Cole was talking and he was right as always, the space starting to feel like too much, a vacuum ready to pull the air right out of his lungs. His concentration was shot no matter what he did, and it was even worse with Cole further away. Why did he ask for distance when it was the closeness he truly longed for?
His head dipped automatically while he tried to force his thoughts into order. The longer he was kept away and the more Cole encouraged him back, the more difficult it was getting to even think of anything aside from being in Cole's arms and the heat soaking into his body. His reticence was being overwritten by the need, the memory of how good it had felt drowning his apprehension. His hand came up once again to run through his hair, head tilted to the side before he finally looked around to locate where Cole had gotten to in his circling. He licked at his lips and said, "You're right. I'm sorry. Come back?"
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His head dipped automatically while he tried to force his thoughts into order. The longer he was kept away and the more Cole encouraged him back, the more difficult it was getting to even think of anything aside from being in Cole's arms and the heat soaking into his body. His reticence was being overwritten by the need, the memory of how good it had felt drowning his apprehension. His hand came up once again to run through his hair, head tilted to the side before he finally looked around to locate where Cole had gotten to in his circling. He licked at his lips and said, "You're right. I'm sorry. Come back?"