"It's beautiful," he acknowledged, looking down at her, his brow furrowed. "But not what I'm used to."
He looked over at her and he seemed genuinely surprised and thoughtful, squinting at her thoughtfully. "I want to," he replied slowly, letting go.
He hesitated, watching her with those wide, silvery eyes. There was a silence before he laughed, groaning a little as he turned away.
"I..." He hesitated before shrugging a little. "I learned a long time ago that it's really easy for me to read other people's thoughts, and I've taught myself not to do that because it's intrusive and you learn things you don't want to know, but..." He turned to her, shaking his head, that smirk on his mouth. "I want to know everything you're thinking about."
"I always do," he said, shaking his head. "I always want to know what you're thinking, but right now, it's..." He laughed a little. "It's very difficult to be in the dark."
He laughed dryly, approaching her. "No, Cal. That's not how this is. Not how it's going to be. That's... not right."
He looked down uncertainly before taking her hands. "I'm tempted," he said quietly. "You have no idea..."
