Chapter 12: Watching—PeterPeter liked the game he and George were playing. To say it was a game, though, made out that it wasn’t important. It had become very important to Peter over the last few weeks. He didn’t think George realised Peter knew it was a game, though. Or that Peter had worked out that George liked to watch him.
It had become one of Peter’s private aims to make George blush at least once a day. It was so ridiculously easy. He wouldn’t have done it if George seemed to mind, but his blushes were accompanied with sidelong smiles and once or twice an outright laugh.
Peter was pretty sure they were flirting. He wasn’t quite certain, because he was profoundly out of practice. He felt a bit like an elephant in a tutu; and George was clearly no Casanova either. They were comforta
