"You made me talk as if I was an absolute loser, I at least wanted to show that I'm not." Hartley smiled, finishing up his own pancakes. His stomach was hurting just a little, but it actually almost felt good to hurt in this way, because he was full. He'd never thought this much about food right now, but he had never had to wonder about where his next meal might come from or when it would be before. Luxury now.

"But I'm glad you liked it. I liked kissing you the way I wanted to." He knew he was blushing again, but whatever. "Maybe next time there won't be an interruption."