I secure my grip firmly on Erik's hand, pulling him towards the bolted doors.
“Wait, Jamie doesn't know we're leaving,” he glances back over his shoulder, his face creased in worry.
Much to my surprise, the guy he came with sits with Mark at the bar, the two talking and laughing at each other's jokes. This is amazing, I've never seen Mark speak so kindly to any other guy except me, ever since his awkward ‘Coming out’ years ago.
“We're leaving,” Erik says with a warm smile which spreads evenly to reveal his blush.
Jamie's accessing me carefully. “Make sure you don't try anything funny with my little kitten here. I won't hesitate to hunt you down and cut off that little dangly thing between your legs if he ever comes back to me crying,”
“Actually,” Mark says slowly, a hint of exhilarati
