"Uh, yeah..." Howard stammers a bit. He feels like you could fry an egg on his face, the way he's blushing. He brings his fingertips to his mouth, as if trying to reaffirm through touch that yes, that just happened.

Cedric's lips were so warm.

"I, um." Howard becomes suddenly very interested in the corner of his sleeve, mostly because sleeves can't make eye cotnact. "Was that okay?"