"Are you serious?" Taff asked,tilting his head slightly to press Tristan's nose against his skin a little more. Just because it sent a tingle through him, "You don't like it Trist, you don't have to be sorry. I'm not going to make you do it. It's not like you're trying to make me close the curtains around the bed all the way or something..."
He fiddled with the sheets. They both had their phobias. Two peas in a pod. "I don't think I should. Last thing I want is you freaking out and ending up in the hospital wing..." He said finally.