He shifted his head back to finally look at the detective. He wasn’t expecting him to be as close as he was. As his nose brushed against Hakuba’s he could feel the other breath ghosting over his face in calm breaths. He swallow and what ever he was going to say slipped right on out the window.
Along with his sanity. He waved goodbye at it mentally.
Likewise, Hakuba’s thoughts fled him temporarily as he found himself staring right into Kaito’s eyes, so very, very close. He held still, not even daring to breathe as he felt his face flare up with heat. Oh. All that he would have to do is tilt his head ever so slightly and lean forward to kiss him. It wouldn’t be difficult. It might even be excused. And oh, did he want to!
But this had been a desire for a very long time. Being attracted to Kuroba Kaito was nothing new; a temptation that he had resisted before. He studied his eyes for a moment longer, then pulled back, lips curving into a small smirk.
“Wine. I had a lovely red wine last night – a common, but delicious Mourvédre. It almost kept me from the heist.” He laughed. “Regardless, I’ll try to help curb your drinking.”