That’s it
I’m all torn up about it
kris
don’t try to be funny, that’s not your thing
KRIS
Really, Coal. It isn’t important right now. We can talk later.
Getting tired of that deflection from people.
I grimace. “He confessed his feelings for her, didn’t he?”
Hex sighs. “Possibly.”
“Possibly?”
“It is not my secret to tell, as you once said.”
“Ugh, my honor is infecting you.”
“I like to think I possessed my own deeply set honor system before your involvement. Now,” he hooks the shirt over his shoulder and glances in the direction Kris would have gone, “go. And I don’t want you back in your room until you need to get dressed.”
I sigh. “Dressed. Boo.”
“I am morally opposed to the idea as well.” He puts the barest tip of one finger just next to the hickey on my pec, and as he looks at it, the heat and hunger that intensify his expression fuckingdo things to me.
I back up from him, shaking my head, fervidly ignoring the fact that I’m wearing loose pajama pants and nothing else, but the hall’s still empty except for us. “You’re trouble, Prince Hex. I think I’ve created some kind of sex monster.”
He laughs, and I can’t imagine that ever not being one of my favorite sounds. “Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no. I’m ruthlessly taking credit.”
“Well, then this monster is now entirely your responsibility.”
Entirely mine.
The teasing dips to a steady simmer as I stare at him for a second, watching those big eyes. “Yeah, you are,” I say with a cockeyed grin.
He flushes.
I get one more step away but swing back as he’s turning to my suite, and I catch his waist and spin him into me and kiss him in the hall, because I can now, because I will never, ever get tired of it.
“After Christmas wraps”—I pull up the hood of his sweatshirt—my sweatshirt—so it boxes us in—“I believe a diplomatic mission to Halloween is in order.”
His nose scrunches in the most innocent, delighted smile. “I think I can arrange that.”
“Good. I have a list of requirements. I’ll have my people send them to your people.”
“I expect nothing less. Christmas is rather demanding.”
“One, I won’t have—wait, we’redemanding,huh?” I lurch in and bite his ear and he yelps.
“Go talk to your brother!” Hex shoves me away, and I let him, stumbling back with my dumb grin and my chest is flushed and god, I’m so in love I might faint.
“And then?” I ask, walking backwards up the hall.
