"What was that?" Dylan found himself asking, instantly regretting how apprehensive he sounded. He heard Lofty let out a small sigh, shuffling to his feet and then unlatching the attic door. He watched as the light from the corridor below flooded the black oblivion they had shared, like ink bleeding into water.
"Ben wait I didn't mean…" Dylan's voice trailed off. Panicking, he rubbed the back of his neck and decided that direct confrontation would be the only real effective method right now. Stumbling to the ladder, he made his way down. Lofty was only a few metres in front, but Dylan could tell he was bolting for his bedroom.
"Ben stop just let me-"
"It was a mistake, okay? I don't know what came over me, I just thought maybe you… it doesn't even matter, I'm sorry. Let's just forget it." Lofty gritted his teeth, running a hand through his hair nervously. Dylan shook his head quickly trying to make sense of what was happening in his head. Lofty paced towards his bedroom door, but his arm was caught. He whipped his head back in confusion.
"What are you-"
"Whatever you were going to say, just know…that I do." Dylan said firmly, his grasp still on Lofty's arm. His face was soft yet stern, like he was sure of the words coming out of his mouth. Lofty looked down at his grip, and then back up to meet Dylan's blue eyes. There was a moment of pure tension between the two as their eyes locked onto each other. Dylan was unable to break away from the pull Lofty's eyes seemed to have on him, he felt so powerless. Suddenly, Lofty was up against Dylan again. The nurse pushed him against the corridor wall with such force it almost stunned the doctor, but after a second his lips were fighting back with Lofty's. The buzzing feeling returned in Dylan's ears and he was certain that this was what bliss felt like.
"Clearly I'm not the only one who's getting lucky tonight." a voice from behind them laughed. The two turned to see Max leant against his bedroom door down the hall, sipping from a mug with a smug look on his face. Dylan instantly went crimson, but Lofty laughed with him.
"Oh don't mind me, lads. I'll leave you to yours if you leave me to mine." He smirked, giving the two a nod before returning to his bedroom and closing the door. Dylan returned to face Lofty, trying to wipe the blood rush from his cheeks. Lofty grinned at him.
"Where were we?"