//Can be read separately or as a sequel to this//
Sonny sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed causing Peter to look up from where he had been methodically folding t shirts. “Are you okay?”
“I haven’t been okay for a long time. Until this week. This week was better than okay. It was brilliant.” Sonny said, his voice turning wistful. “I wish we could stay. I don’t want to go back”
Peter knew what he meant. This week, spent in a tiny Italian fishing village, had been perfect. Peter wasn’t sure when he’d been this happy, this peaceful before, or when he’d see Sonny this carefree either. The fact that tomorrow they’d be flying back to Manhattan, back to the cases that got under his skin and never seemed to leave him, to the city that kept taking from him, it filled him with dread. “Me too”
“Then why are we going back? I mean what’s really keeping us there?”
My soft, sweet boys ❤❤
SVU addict 