Heated Area: Davian & Caleb
Watching Caleb lay back, Davian chewed his lip, hands resting knuckles down in the grass with black claws slowly raking through the blades under his legs. He ripped some out, tossing them away with a heavy sigh. He didn't get it. He didn't get why Caleb thought he was wrong now, why he didn't think he was wrong before, and he especially didn't get why he would be wrong in the first place. That part he stifled down with reassuring words whispered into his ear by angelic lips.
He flopped backwards, dark hair splayed out on the grass, arms above his head, laying parallel to Caleb. When the half-siren spoke again, Davian glanced at him, letting out a soft snicker. "You like me? You want to fuck or something? FYI, I'm taken." He turned and looked up at the sky again, claws finding purchase again in the grass. But he did steal one more glance at Caleb.