Ainsley actually felt a shudder threaten to run up his spine as Liam put a hand on his arm. He contained it admirably, he thought, barely showing the effect the touch had on him. It really had been too long, he mused. Sure, Liam was hot, and yeah, he had some sort of indefinable draw, but Ainsley really shouldn't be affected like this. It was sort of ridiculous. And yet.
His smile shifted to a cockier grin. "Actually I'm pretty sure I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't leave with you right now. And they'd be right to give me shite, really." He shifted just a fraction of an inch closer, looking straight into those intense eyes and putting his own hand on Liam's wrist for just a moment. "So lead on."