Or to potentially embarrass Sam. Because he had Sam utterly, completely confused at the moment. That was the problem with the little pills. They made things seem more clear cut than they were, even as they spun in rainbows out of control and crashed into each other in the air.
But then, that was a metaphor for his life.
Keiran had suffered butterflies?
Sam had them now. Because he wasn't at all sure but he was and he was utterly confused but he couldn't be right?
The words were spinning out of control in his head now.
Slowly, giving Keiran a chance to back away, he lifted a hand, noticing once again the glowing light that seemed t pulse around his hand as it moved. The rest of the room seemed darker, and all he really noticed now was Keiran. He watched his hand reach for Kieran and cup his cheek, scruffy with the need to shave. His eyelids were heavy, drooping, but he wasn't tired.
Finally, with a growl of desire and need brought on by the connection, the drugs, the alcohol, the music, his earlier dancing, or something else, he felt something snap inside him. Moving like a panther, his upper body extended, his free hand going to Keiran's shoulder and pushing him back into the couch as he leaned over him and gently bit his lip before tasting it, and the rum he'd been drinking, with a leisurly flick of his tongue.