Peter B | Claire
They hadn't talked about it. Which wasn't a problem for her, he was allowed to have his life and Peter certainly didn't answer to her. But she was curious, maybe more so now that his hands were on her skin and the flirting was slowly escalating. Claire wanted to know about it, because it was his, not because she had expectations.
"Of course," Claire said gently. But the rest of it, that was terrible and Claire's forehead creased. "I'm sorry," and she was. Life wasn't a game with a winner, Peter wasn't a prize any more than she was. Their connection and what they felt for each other had nothing to do with his now missing boyfriend.
She'd heard about people vanishing and all she could hope was that they were back where they belonged and that they were safe. Claire arched her back, leaning backwards down so the ends of her hair practically brushed the floor and her leg hooked around the back of his thighs.