He stepped forward, and it was Will’s turn to use his hands, cup James’s face and slide fingers into his hair. It was more tempting than the Collar, Anharion’s lips against his, but never like this, sweetly willing. And that thought held him back, even as the kiss seemed to throb between them. He brought their foreheads together instead, holding James tight in his arms. “Will—” said James, helplessly. “After,” said Will. “I promise.”
