It wasn't hard, not much, he just felt as if he couldn't make his tongue move, or form any words.
It wasn't like he was afraid of rejection; he wasn't, because he knew it will never come.
It wasn't like he was ashamed or afraid about others' opinion, no one could voice anything against him, not that he cared.
Yet, he just couldn't, and it made him mad at himself and his lack of ability to do such a simple act, or say a word or two.
No need to say that he was very grateful when he found out that Adrian was able to do these things, and, he might say, to do them very well.
Adrian's lips felt softer than he had ever thought, and his voice was husky, flowing through his ear, with the hot breath blown into it.
Yes, Marcus has no more problems.
Except from the nearing Potions test.