Gael Cardenas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shorething) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Hearing 'we can always try cooking' made Gael's stomach flip, dropping into his mind the image of a future in which they might work companionably in the kitchen together. It wasn't something he'd ever had with Marcos, who'd always let Gael handle the cooking. But it was way too soon to start picturing anything like that, so Gael tried to direct his mind back to the present, to logistics of week days and weekends and he nodded. "Yeah, that does sound easier. Give me your number before I forget so we can work out a day?" He didn't immediately reach for his phone, though, too distracted by the fact Eric hadn't said no, that this was actually happening.
He followed Eric's gesture to the girl who looked somehow both like and much more grown up than Gael's own little sister. He couldn't imagine being suddenly put in charge of her, and remembered all too well that exactly that was part of what had driven Sefie away from home and toward her father's family. "Why would it be?" he asked, genuinely not sure how doing something for your clan - or pack, in Eric's case - could be a red flag. "My mom's head of the clan council, I get it." Even if, so far, Maria had yet to pass down much in the way of responsibility to her only son.
Gael hadn't stepped back at the beginning of the conversation, so when Eric leaned in they were suddenly very close. The tide of attraction Gael had managed to suppress under nerves and the conviction Eric would turn him down crested back into life as his gaze dropped from the magnetic blue eyes to Eric's mouth. Gael just had time to break into such a genuine smile before a thrill of impulsive joy claimed him. He closed the small distance between them, one hand resting against Eric's chest as he slotted their mouths together. It wasn't a deep kiss, but Gael did catch Eric's lower lip between his.