Despite having been the one to create it, the distance between them felt unbearable, the adrenaline clouding his judgment making it so hard to postpone being with Draco even for a minute.<br/>Mirroring the embrace Draco had just broken, Harry’s hand left Draco’s hip in favour of his shoulder, finger’s curling around the nape of his neck to draw Draco closer in another kiss.<br/>“Better,” he muttered when their lips parted, an incoherent addition to the suggestion, trying to convince himself that it was.<br/>The way that he looked at Draco showed every ounce of doubt that it was, though. His cheeks felt warm and his pupils were blown, picked apart at the seams within moments of being back with Draco.<br/>“Come,” he insisted, just as much to himself as to Draco, forcing himself off the couch with a resolve he didn’t feel. His hand had slipped off of Draco’s neck and to his upper arm, urging him along. “I’ll make it worth the trip.”