There were butterflies in his stomach. Especially when Bucky touched him. He could easily imagine himself snuggled up in Bucky's arms, pulled close. His cheeks warmed.

"No," he replied softly, "I was just really hoping you wanted to kiss me." And that he hadn't been about to make a fool of himself. Or make Bucky uncomfortable. Now that neither of those worst case scenarios had happened, he hardly knew what to do with himself.