Right. There were other people around. William began to detach gradually, putting some small amount of distance between them for the sake of propriety even though it meant moving away from Gabe's mouth.
"I got cut off," he replied, dropping his hands and feeling them tingle with either the memory of Gabe's skin or the desire to be back in contact with it. "I tried. I went to your workroom instead, but you weren't there. Did you..."
The memory of last night - the night before? the morning? time had blurred into an endless stream of minutes - struck him so suddenly it drove the breath out of his lungs. "Travis," he managed finally, fingers somehow back to gripping Gabe's shirt. "Gabe. Travis."