Page 103 of Damián

“Good job,” I pat his arm as we come inside.

“Right. So, about this call…” Leif continues. “You’re saying that you actually like someone? Dami… Are you being threatened?”

“Yes, I like him. No, I’m not being threatened.”

“Is this a bet?”

“No.”

“Are you dying?”

“What? No, Leif.” I open my awesome unicorn fanny pack, take out a USB with a program Alexios created and connect it to one of the main servers. “I’m also not drunk or hallucinating.”

“Okay. So you are saying… this is real… you like someone.”

“Like?” I laugh. “I might be falling for him.”

Leif hyperventilates with absolute excitement, and Björn bursts out laughing.

“A mini drug lord-sociopath! Great choice for a first love, man. Really keeping us on our toes.”

“He’s not a sociopath, asshole!” I glare at the Viking man.

“Aww! Did you see that, Björn? He’s already defending him.”

“Tease me all you want, Leif, but just help me with a problem.”

“Fine, but I have two conditions. One, I get to be there when you tell the rest of the team… And two, if you want my advice, no matter what I say, you will not call it cheesy or lame.”

Ahhh… that means it’s definitely going to be cheesy.

And probably lame.

“I promise,” I grumble.

On the screen, Leif props his phone up on a table and sits on his couch. “Okay, what’s happening?”

“Long story short: he’s incredible. He’s so much fun to be around, and at first, it was all just fun and work. But after over a month of pretending, the fake dates became the highlight of my week. Kissing him is indescribable, the fake touches became real, and I realized I wanted more.” I sigh and check that Alexios’s program is downloading into the server. “So I started touching him more and even asked him to be exclusive.”

“So are you officially dating now, or…?” Leif asks.

“No. He thinks we’re exclusive for the mission. Not because I don’t want anyone else touching him.”

“Because you don’t want anyone else touching him, huh?” Björn grins. “Wow, Dating-Damián is so possessive.” He elbows me, and I glare at him. “Hey, no hate! I think that’s hot.”

“Very hot,” Leif agrees.

“You hate it when your hook-ups do it, Björn.”

“No, no. There is an immense difference between a crazy, clingy, obsessed person who wants drama and a possessive man who wants to shove you against a wall and fuck your brains out.”

He says it so bluntly that, for the love of Dios, I blush.

“Well, well…” Björn smiles teasingly. “I see someone has pushed the hot mini drug lord against the wall and fucked his brains out.”

“Yes to the wall, no to the fuck.”

“Right…” He nods and winks at me.