Blake frowned and covered Myles' eyes with one hand.
"Hey, stop staring. You're doing this on purpose."
"No."
Blake narrowed his eyes.
"No what? That you're not doing this on purpose, or that you want to stare more?"
Myles' expression didn't change and, of course, the answer somehow made Blake even more suspicious.
"You're impossible at times."
Still, he couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth.
With a quiet sigh, Blake lowered his hand. His fingers lingered briefly, brushing Myles' hair back from his forehead instead.
'There, now I can actually see his handsome face...!'
Unfortunately, that only made it harder to look away.
"Had fun without me?"
Myles stared at him.
"..."
"Seems like that's a no."
The answer wasn't exactly surprising. Even so, the atmosphere shifted strangely afterward.
Like there was something sitting between them, that neither of them wanted to touch first.
Blake found himself looking away first.
