An embarrassed little whimper rolled in his chest as he swiped the hair out of his face. He turned his chin into the wind slightly, so if the wind blew again his hair would stay out of his face.<br/><br/>Though when Andreas took Alex’s hand off his chest Alex frowned as a wave of heat crashed over him. He felt like he had done something wrong and Andreas didn’t want to kiss him anymore. Maybe he changed his mind? He worried his lip a little as he stared at Andreas.<br/><br/>Alex just didn’t get it, the genuine look of lust resting on Andreas face. Or the way Andreas looked at his mouth, so clearly wanting to kiss it. Alex was in a tizzy of second thoughts. Was the removal of his hand rejection? Was he lying? Was he upset that he had to wait? Alex didn’t want to wait, he wanted to drown in the other man’s lips. He murmured softly, “I want to...” oh but he didn’t want to get in trouble for ... for what?