Inadvisable didn't even begin to cover what Loras did next. He still didn't give Renly his name, Renly ought to know his name, he'd said it enough times when they were together. As they stood there near the small stair case, Loras remembered what it sounded like whispered against his ear and suppressed a shiver.
His gaze swept the parking lot. No one was there. There was just the night, and there was just him and Renly. There was only Renly's face, under the glow of the moon light, turning him almost silver. Loras' hand was confident, pressing against the center of Renly's chest. He didn't care if Renly might fight back, he pressed the man's back to the side of the building. He didn't wait for the second to be over before he stepped in toward Renly, craving every electric touch. He guided Renly's strong hand to his cheek and closed his eyes, opening them only to blue slits.
Didn't Renly know him? Didn't Renly love him? "Don't you forget my face," he said, just above a whisper. "Promise me, Renly."