"Cameron..." Iliya is still staring at him, which is rare, but maybe not as rare as it was a year ago. When did he get to the point where maintaining eye contact with his classmates wasn't a struggle? A year ago? A few months? How had he settled so comfortably into this friendship without noticing?
He wonders if he should offer Cameron a kiss at midnight instead, and the stupid recklessness of that thought forces Iliya to finally look away. First of all, been there, done that, and it was an unmitigated disaster. Second, Cameron is being a good friend; he isn't actually choosing Iliya over some hypothetical pretty girl. Not that Iliya would want such a thing. And third, he's probably tipsy. They both are.
Iliya downs the rest of his champagne to make sure of that. "You asked for it," he mutters. "Remember this moment later, when you have grown sick of my attitude."
Iliya & Cameron
He wonders if he should offer Cameron a kiss at midnight instead, and the stupid recklessness of that thought forces Iliya to finally look away. First of all, been there, done that, and it was an unmitigated disaster. Second, Cameron is being a good friend; he isn't actually choosing Iliya over some hypothetical pretty girl. Not that Iliya would want such a thing. And third, he's probably tipsy. They both are.
Iliya downs the rest of his champagne to make sure of that. "You asked for it," he mutters. "Remember this moment later, when you have grown sick of my attitude."