Tristan's grin spread. He moved his chair around the table and sat closer to Oliver, so that their knees touched.
"I like eager," he whispered, leaning forward and stroking his fingers over Oliver's cheek before leaning forward, hovering his lips an inch from Oliver's. "Last chance to back out," he said, his breath brushing over Oliver's skin.
He didn't wait though.
Maybe two seconds passed before he let their mouths meet, kissing Oliver softly and gently.