“I don’t like you.” Sirus chuffed, beaming wide. “I think you do.” “No.” Chat stalked back in. “I seriously don’t.” Alec sighed and looked at the ceiling. Sirus emerged, still talking to Chet. “Then I will like you enough for the both of us.” “Oh, Jesus,” Chet muttered, out of view. “Please don’t.” Sirus flashed his fangs, “Too late,” and shut the curtain.
