Why would I ask you if I thought I'd regret it later?

[ Eddie's tongue flicks out over his lips, still watching Steve intently. He's never felt so needy so quickly, so eager to explore and touch. Then again, has anyone as perfect as Steve wanted him like this before? He traces one of the seams on Steve's jeans with his fingertip, leaning in a little closer to him. ]

It's not like I don't already know I really, really like you.