Peggy watched James. She watched James watch Steve. She watched Steve watch her, except:
It took some time, but she saw it.
When Steve was tired, especially, when his accent thickened and his posture slumped a little. Then it wasn’t Peggy he looked for. It was James.
Those poor boys.
Didn’t they read The Iliad in America?
Adult, polyamory. Happy little story (although less so considering we know what happens next…), in which the boys are clueless – but luckily Peggy is beyond awesome. 🙂