He lowered his head and buried it in her neck. He was a coward. His heart was pounding, and he was struggling to not let his feelings overwhelm him. He desperately didn’t want to fuck this up. The opportunity was there to make her his, and he needed it, like a lifeline to someone who had been drowning. Which he had. He’d been drowning for years with sloth, alcohol and casual sex. Nothing had meaning. Every once in a while, Draco would come around, sober him up and then haul him out by his ears to do something worthwhile with his existence.