Casting a sideways look, Lance smiled gently at Xian.
"I like this about you," he whispered back.
The shock from hearing such an out-of-nowhere reply caused Xian to fumble his steps.
They were still heading for the seats at the front, and though the film club member was ahead of them, he'd managed to catch what they were saying.
Greg: "…"
'For real…?' he thought. 'Who casually just says that?'
Even he was in danger of blushing, and that wasn't even directed at him.
Meanwhile, the moment Xian began to wobble after a foot skidded on the carpeted floor, a big, strong hand came up in front of him to support his chest, lest he fell forward.
But he was only momentarily out of balance. He could have righted himself just fine without any help, yet even now that he was steady on his feet
