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Loud, theatrical moans and groans and grumbles precede my huffed proclamation. “And let this serve as another example of why the sexy, leather clad jewel thief was hesitant to hook up with the superhero in the comics.”
“Because he was a better person than she was?” Puppet Boy teases at the same time he stretches his arm along the back of the couch.
“Obviously,” I sassily snip, rise to my feet, and cross over to the man I know I’d cross galaxies for. The second I’m within reach, his hands circle around my waist prompting me to playfully whisper, “Being first officer on this mission is going to cost you, Captain.”
“Expected.” He doesn’t hesitate to smirk. “Name your price.”
“A trip to see Steven tomorrow after couple’s therapy.”
“Fine print?”
“We spend the night with him.”
“And?”
“And…you…arrange for me to do his feeding the next day.”
I’m given another crooked grin. “We have a deal, Brynley.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Weston.”
Our agreement is sealed with a soft kiss that encourages Puppet Boy to grouse, “You two make me hate being single.”
“Remember,” my fingers lovingly fold with Wes’s, “Number One found love.”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually is better than not at all, Riker.”
J.T. gives me a half-hearted shrug. “I suppose.”
A friendly wink is shot in his direction prior to allowing my fiancé to lead us out of the suite with Holmes for protection against all of Evie’s objections.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think my capeless vigilante is actually enjoying watching her panic.
Maybe I’ve rubbed off on him more than I realized.
I definitely enjoy rubbing him off more than he realizes.
Then again…he might have an idea after this morning’s rub and tug in the shower.
Our journey several floors down to Monica’s room occurs in silence.
Assuming Wes is using the time to properly collect his thoughts is what keeps me quiet, yet my own urges to unleash my inner bull shark for the shit she put me through threaten to have me nulling this arrangement.
Just because you’re hurting doesn’t give you the right to make others hurt.
Or unhappy.
Or fucking miserable.
Which…is exactly what Wes did to me over the Penny situation.
And again with this one.
Huh.
Perhaps he is exactly the person she needs to talk to.
