Daniel forced himself from his stunned state to stutter out, “Huh, really, Prince of Flirtation? Would you be the pot or the kettle calling the other black in this scenario?” Kar simply stuck his tongue out at him in response.
Daniel knew he should laugh, but the pang hit him again. He’s leaving. I’m in love with him and he’s leaving me. Daniel inhaled sharply, trying to silence his racing thoughts. His head told him Kar was not Paulo. His common sense told him he was no longer a twenty-two-year-old who would fall apart if Kar wasn’t there. But Daniel’s heart…his heart tightened at the thought of not seeing those eyes, not hearing that familiar voice. How did I get this tangled this fast? Daniel thought, desperately fighting the urge to hop a flight and dash home to the haven of his shop,
