Peter stared at his hands in his lap, but a soft smile spread over his lips and a warm blush over his cheeks.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Myka.
“It’s not really fair that you can say stuff like that with a straight face,” he said.
Myka’s grin widened.
“It’s equally unfair that you can look so cute while not allowing me to touch you,” he said.
Peter smiled and looked away, clearing his throat.
“Idiot,” he whispered.
Myka scooted closer to Peter.
“So, Peter… are we done talking…” he asked.
Peter looked back, seeing Myka closer and the dark swirl in his eyes that made Peter’s stomach drop and his mouth water.
“No!” he shouted as he jumped up from the couch and moved to the kitchen table. “There is still more we need to discuss.”
“Like what?” Myka asked with a tilt of his head.
