“And… maybe I’ve got it completely wrong, but it feels like… you’re attracted to me too?” I asked uncertainly. I heard Moth’s breath catch and saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still croaky when he gave a tiny shrug and said, “I… Y-yeah. I guess.” I paused, then snorted before teasing, “You guess? Real flattering.” His face went pink, but he still didn’t look up at me. “Yeah. I am,” he mumbled, shoulders hunching up like he was worried about admitting it.
