"Well, who knows how long it'll be till we figure out who's stalking me?" Peter said, shrugging a shoulder. "I ask Pop every time I talk to him if he's heard anything from the PI, and he always says they have evidence of someone listening to the conversations but they don't know who. Which is kind of ironic, because whoever it is doesn't know where I've been. So they can't be that smart."
Peter didn't even want to think about not sleeping in the same bed with Daniel anymore. He knew that Daniel was stalling because he didn't want to let go. Peter turned Daniel's jaw so they were facing and kissed him, deeply, sucking on his fiance's tongue.
That's when someone threw a soda bottle at the car, spraying soda everywhere. "Get a room, you homos!" Someone yelled.