Fallan's hot breath warmed Davy's ears. He bit his lower lip, but then the smile still appeared on his lips. Draven and Lyle's argument continued, while Fallan relished the fact that he was the subject of it.
This kind of atmosphere put Davy at ease. With their warmth and the little moments that let him be immersed so deeply in their world, Davy fully engulfed himself in this fantasy.
"You sounded jealous, though?" Davy now joined in the argument, even laughing mockingly. Fallan's eyes twinkled with amusement, and Davy averted his gaze away from him.
"What? Even you think so? I'm not jealous, okay?" Draven's voice became somewhat louder now.
Lyle's arms around Davy tightened as he laughed softly, "Why do you sound so defensive?"
"Well... of course, it's not real, so I'll defend myself?" Draven's voice softened again.
"You definitely sound defensive," Davy said as he laughed, enjoying Draven's rare flustered moment.
