Scorpius can't help the smile that lifts onto his thin, boyish lips. They're still tingling from the kiss, and he's having other issues with James's breath wafting over his skin as it is.

The smile wavers a bit, falls, at James's words: This doesn't mean anything.

Slowly, Scorpius untangles himself from James's lap and sits back on the bed, glancing aside. This was a stupid idea. It was stupid to kiss James the first time, but it was even more inexcusable the second. If Al found out... Hell, if anyone found out...

"Yes, well, I do have to shower on occasion," he murmurs coolly.