That touch felt like it should have burned with the way it lit a fire in him, but there was no pain to it, only a warm rush that seemed to flood over him, through him. Such a small, innocent touch. Alex turned into it ever so slightly, the movement entirely unconscious, as if all of him was simply drawn to Henry by some rule of physics that he couldn't hope to understand.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now..."

He hadn't meant to admit that, and certainly not in the breathless whisper of words that it rushed out in, but the words apparently needed to be spoken because they did not give him any choice.