Grantaire opened his eyes as he sensed Enjolras come closer. This time he looked at him properly, though it took a moment for him to be sure it wasn't his imagination. Enjolras was close, and he was staring at him with an incredible intensity.
He got quickly to his feet, abandoning the wine on the table. He was so close. And the look in his eyes. He had never seen Enjolras look at him like this. For the longest moment they stood there, staring into each other's eyes.
It couldn't be real. Could it? Was it? Grantaire hesitated for a second, then reached out to touch Enjolras' cheek. He was a coward, of course, but he had never been this scared in all his life. His fingers touched Enjolras' cheek, just barely brushing against his skin. He was afraid to go any further.