"I see. Here I thought you just liked that I wear tight jeans." Edward took another sip from the bottle and then he got up, because as much as he might be fear driven in many aspects of his life, he was also bold. Bold, shameless and with rather a lot of affinity for risk-taking.

He walked over to Jonathan and sat down on one of the arms of the armchair, leaning down to pick up the journal. Not asking for permission, simply picking it up and opening it. He held it open and his free hand ran through Jonathan's hair, because his head was right there. "No more fear, huh? Nothing to make poor Jonny's heart thunder away in his chest."