Heat once more darkened Oscar's cheeks in a blush as he once more found himself at the center of Paul's attention. For a moment it felt like he was the only one in the room-- and he wanted to reach out and pluck that glass of wine from Paul's hand to distract himself from the fluttery cadence his heart had reached at being held captive by those soul piercing eyes. Instead, he looked away-- but didn't flee.

"I guess you have a point," he admitted, becoming embarrassed by how much he was blushing. He was sixteen and not very experienced in the physical aspects of love-- have mercy!

"I haven't gotten very far in figuring that out yet."