I suddenly heard someone clearing their throat. Then I remembered Migs.
I closed my eyes and started poking Duncan's chest. I was so lost in his touch that I forgot that we were not really alone.
Thor finally laughed, and the glare I sent his way only made him laugh even harder. I got so mad that I tried to hit him. But the counter was in the way.
Thor only dodged and sticks out his tongue like a kid. Me? I reached for the nearest object on the table. A pen. I was about to throw it, but it was snatched by Duncan. I glared at him, in return, he smiled, kissed my nose, and said "Behave."
Did he just?! Augh!
I closed my eyes and only leaned against him. I looked at Migs from the corner of my eyes. There was something about his eyes that made me want to go to him. To explain who Duncan was. But something held me back.
