They drifted to a stop, dark eyebrows shooting up, blue eyes moving back and forth between them. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—.”
Stardust cut them off. “You didn’t,” he said even as he fought to bring his breathing back to an even pace. “We were just talking. I think we’re done here, right?” Stardust asked with a quick glance to Zielinski.
The other man answered with a tight nod.
“Good. Let’s go, Frost.”
“We’re going back to your place?”
“Yup.” He came abreast of Frost but they didn’t turn to follow him.
“Zielinski you should come with us. We usually unwind and eat junk food while we enter our report to Caleb. It’ll help you start feeling like a part of the team to hang out outside of superheroing. And you two can continue the conversation you were having.”
Stardust stopped. His back to Zielinski, he threw Frost a hard look at the unexpected invitation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to spend any of his off-hour’s time with his partner, but Frost had boxed him into a corner. It would be rude to tell Zielinski not to come after Frost had invited him and he didn’t roll like that. He fixed his expression as neutral as possible and turned to the man whose lips were still red from his kisses. “Yeah. You should stop by and hang out with us.”
Zielinski faced him for a long, silent moment, his expression as flat as Stardust’s even though a flush warmed his cheekbones.
“All right,” he finally said.
Stardust yanked his mask back on. “Follow behind my bike.”
