Was he still under the influence of Julian's poison, Aaron wondered. But no; this was nothing like that. The touch didn't bring about an irresistible urge to take him up against the kitchen counter, right here, right now. There was definitely something, in his gut, but Aaron found he could resist it. This wasn't poison; these were unfortunate natural emotions. Despite better judgement he was forming feelings.

He smiled, as if nothing was amiss, but his eyes locked with Remus' for a moment. God, he had beautiful eyes.