The look Nikolai gave him sent shivers across Ferran's chest. He was almost certain he imagined it. Biting the corner of his lower lip, his eyes returned to the magazine. Distracted, he slipped his father's rosary over his head and let it pool on the floor in front of him. Then Nikolai touched him again. There was a moment when Ferran couldn't breathe as the other man's hand trailed down his back. Ferran let out a silent breath. His fingers traced the edge of the magazine.
That's the idea, Ferran gave a soft laugh. Of course I think so. Your work is brilliant. Several of the features in Ferran's world were inspired by Nikolai's paintings. Ferran liked having him there, physically and mentally. There was no one else he connected to in that way. Realizing he was getting distracted, Ferran idly turned the page. He stole a peek at his friend from the corner of his eye. You make great faces when you're thinking.