[Vincent wouldn't find himself nudged aside, but rather back against the door as Kit closed the distance between them. For a moment it seemed that's where he intended to stay, pressed so close that their bodies were practically touching...
...and then the soft click of the doorknob turning interrupted their impasse and Kit backed Vincent into his room.
The light was flicked on as he slipped by his guest, leaving Vincent to decide whether or not to stand in the doorway or close the door. It made no difference to him. The thing he was most interested in was, apparently, somewhere at his desk. Pulling open the drawer he withdrew his notebook from inside, the same green leather booklet that he was always carrying with him, with the red rose that decorated its cover.
WHY NOT IT'S FINE
[Vincent wouldn't find himself nudged aside, but rather back against the door as Kit closed the distance between them. For a moment it seemed that's where he intended to stay, pressed so close that their bodies were practically touching...
...and then the soft click of the doorknob turning interrupted their impasse and Kit backed Vincent into his room.
The light was flicked on as he slipped by his guest, leaving Vincent to decide whether or not to stand in the doorway or close the door. It made no difference to him. The thing he was most interested in was, apparently, somewhere at his desk. Pulling open the drawer he withdrew his notebook from inside, the same green leather booklet that he was always carrying with him, with the red rose that decorated its cover.
It was held out to Vincent to take.]