Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

Peregrine shook his head emphatically. "No." He let that word hang there between them for a moment, then said, "I know this is an overused phrase but, really... it's not you, it's me." He huffed a quiet laugh, hoping Lasher wouldn't feel too self-conscious. He was both handsome and clever with his tongue, so it was no shortcoming of his own.

"Yes," he agreed quietly with his former flame's assessment, a small, contented sigh following the word. That was when Lasher nudged at his hip, prompting the swarthy wolf to arch forward and playfully snap his teeth at the ocher male's cheek.