Malcolm Bright

Malcolm was, quite frankly, undone. His hair was tousled and starting to fall in his eyes with each restless motion. Kiss bruised and giddy in the light of affection and touch. The reveal surprised him.

"Really?" he gasped breathlessly. "...I wouldn't have guessed." And he was pretty good at reading people.

But maybe not about that. He didn't assume anyone was interested in him like that. He didn't think he brought a lot to the table that people would want on the table.