[well now he can just feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle because he knows Edward is watching him and that's tying his stomach up in knots all over again--and he swallows again, faltering just a bit on the next tumbler, but managing to click it into place as well. Just one more to go. But he might be losing a bit of the tension he's put on the wrench, which could definitely be a problem.]
no subject