Terry saw Ernie blush, and thought quickly that it was the most endearing thing he'd seen in a long time. He almost understood Cass and Pansy's preoccupation with making him blush. It was adorable, and sexy. Almost as sexy as the husky tone of Ernie's voice, which sent shivers down Terry's spine.
"We'll have to...read...together, sometime," he said, trying to stay calm, but blushing a little at the unspoken promise latent in what he'd said. Some time over the past few hours, Terry had somehow turned into a sex crazed maniac.
He loved how Ernie took the lead up the stairs, his palm warm even through the cloth of Terry's tux. He knew it was because Ernie knew his way, but he couldn't help but wonder if Ernie would lead this way in everything, and didn't think he'd mind if he did. "What's the difference between billiards and pool?" Terry asked after the waiter had left.
He took the cue offered, and ran his fingers up and down lightly. Ernie found the rack and Terry couldn't help but glance down as Ernie bent over the pool table to arrange the balls. The view was quite nice. "Okay, who goes first, and what's the point of the game?"