Edward had been about to say something when the words died at his lips. His mouth became suddenly too moist and some found himself swallowing the excess wetness. Then, his lips parted and his tongue glided over the too dry flesh at his lips. John's hand at his skin...it was distracting ... not something Eddie needed and yet he seemed unable to push the man away, unable to sever that gesture of connection.
His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he struggled to get his mind back on track. What had he been about to say?
And finally that blessed and cursed touch fled him and left him colder than he'd been before. Able to get his bearings, Eddie nodded in understanding. "Thanks," he sighed softly. Wether it was in response to John's words or at the severing of the connection, Eddie wouldn't have been able to do on his own. "I wanted to help you."