510 Me Too, For You

“She doesn’t know her way around Spring. She’s never even been there.”

“So, draw her a map,” Peter replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Myka couldn’t help the half-cocked grin on his face as he saw Peter's insolent pout.

“Stop,” Peter growled. “I’m not being cute right now.”

“I disagree,” Myka replied playfully.

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and turned to leave the room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Myka called, quickly chasing after him.

Myka grabbed Peter before he could leave the room, wrapping his arm around Peter’s chest and resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Come on now,” Myka whispered. “Don’t leave in a huff. We agreed to talk things out, remember?”

Peter sighed.

“Is there any point in talking?” he asked. “It seems pretty clear you have already made up your mind to go.”

Myka enjoyed hearing the sulkiness of Peter’s words, further proof of his feelings for Myka. He squeezed him tightly and nuzzled his nose against Peter’s throat.