It's so easy to sink into their kiss, maybe easier than he's actually expecting either from being out of practice or just the fact that he hasn't entered into this with much expectation. But it is easy when Davin kisses him back, humming gently against his lips, gripping his fingers against James' suit jacket, and it's nice and warm and makes his pulse speed up.

As Davin presses closer to him, James does the same, clutching his hands around his face, letting one hand slide further, brushing his fingers through his hair. For a few minutes, he can forget everything else. His brother and Amelie. His father. The Coombs. This dumb dinner party. For now, all that matters is kissing Davin.

Until he must pulls away to catch a breath. His lips are still warm as he opens his eyes again. "I definitely think you were the right choice," he says in a softer voice.