Myka’s eyes widened.
“Our… future?” he whispered.
Peter nodded.
“Okay,” Myka said with a gentle nod. “Let’s talk….”
They moved to the couch, each taking a seat. Peter looked up at Myka. He was taking slow deep breaths and clenching his jaw. He seemed nervous.
“I’m not planning to tell you to leave,” Peter said.
Myka looked up with furrowed brows and a confused expression.
“What? Why would you say that?” Myka quickly asked.
“I’m not trying to push you away or test you. That’s not what this is about.” Peter clarified. “You looked worried. I thought that’s what you were afraid of.”
Myka let out a soft chuckle. He moved closer to Peter on the couch and touched his cheek.
“I’m never letting you push me away again,” he whispered. “I thought I made that clear.”
Peter smiled, leaning into Myka’s warm hand.
“Then what are you nervous about?” he asked.
Myka sat up straight. He pulled his hand away and took a cleansing breath.
