The corners of Peter's mouth draw down. What just came over him? Wet dream jokes aside, he's not a teenager. He doesn't do soppy. He tries to amend it with We're just friends with benefits, really, only to say, "I think I might be serious about this."
Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. Peter's hands clench against the rock wall, and he clenches his jaw as he looks back out toward the sea, not wanting to see if Gabriel's looking at him.
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Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. Peter's hands clench against the rock wall, and he clenches his jaw as he looks back out toward the sea, not wanting to see if Gabriel's looking at him.