Nick sighed. The tension was still heavy between them, but what else could he do? What could he do? He had never had this kind of tension with a man before. Or, well, with a woman either. With anyone. The electricity and the butterflies from nothing more than a touch and Gatsby's breath against his lips. A thousand words burst in his mind, wanting to scramble and find a way to describe this, but he couldn't.
HIs fingers brushed over Gatsby's neck again, running just beneath his hair line, and then he drew his hand back and cleared his throat.
Words were still failing him. Gestures with his hands didn't help. He wanted- what did he even want? To not be in love with Gatsby. He wanted that. But there was nothing he could do to stop it. You couldn't fall out of love so easily.
"Were you- were you coming to say something, Jay?" Nick asked after a moment. He regretted calling him 'Jay' for a moment as a shiver of familiarity ran through him. He'd called him Jay the other night...