He had to hold himself still more than once, forcing his breaths to be soft and quiet as drunk students stumbled past - but in the end, they weren't seen, and he braced his hand against the tree trunk as he curled the other against the sweat-slicked skin at Gaël's hip.

Well, he thought, tipping his head back, he definitely didn't regret letting Vic harangue him into going to a musical tonight. He might have to actually thank her later. She'd really enjoy that.