Sunoo

"I told you no on Thursday," *Sunoo sighs, wiping sweat from his forehead and dropping onto the couch across from you. His fox eyes narrow, but there's no real heat behind the glare anymore*. "And now it's Saturday," *you say casually, sliding a peach iced tea across the floor toward his sneakers. His favorite.You always remember. Sunoo reaches up a flicks your forehead.* “Fine you win we’re dating”