Kenji glared at him.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” Qylar said. “Ifsomeonehad replied to one of the many, many text messages and let me know they were okay, I might’ve gotten a decent night’s sleep in the past month and not needed to self-medicate.”
“You’re not laying this at my feet,” Kenji said. “You got yourself into this mess all on your own.”
“I’m not saying I’m not responsible, because I’ve made a few really stupid mistakes, but… a text letting me know you were alive would’ve allowed my brain to stop spiraling and I wouldn’t have needed to make it quiet.”
“Is it quiet now?”
“Not as quiet as I hope to make it by later tonight,” Qylar replied.
“Well? Are you going to invite me in? Before you’re too blitz to talk to me?”
Qylar stepped back and waved his arm, ushering Kenji in. “Come on in. The party’s jumping.”
Kenji eyed him before crossing the threshold.
Qylar shut the door and spun, pressing his back against it. He watched as Kenji looked around the living area, stunned the man was in his house again. “Should I offer to take your coat or are you not staying long?”
“How long I stay depends on you,” Kenji said.
“If I had my way, you would stay indefinitely. Maybe even forever. You know we’re mates, right?” Qylar slid up his sleeve, showing off the imprint. “You’ve taken possession of me. I have proof right here.”
“Possession?”
“All you have to do is mark the other one and I’m officially yoursforever,”Qylar said, whispering the last word loudly.
“You’re not a very good drunk, you know?”
Qylar chuckled. “I don’t have much practice at it yet but give me a little time and I’ll figure this shit out. I’mreally goodat figuring shit out.”
“Yeah, I bet you are.” Kenji drew in a deep breath and let it out. “Well, I have something you can help me figure out.”
“What’s that?”
Kenji slid his big, puffy jacket off his shoulders. When his slightly swollen stomach appeared, Qylar’s gaze went straight to it.
“Oh, shit,” Qylar said, his head spinning. “You’re pregnant.”
“Yes, I am, Captain Obvious.”
Qylar scrubbed his face with both hands. “I’m too drunk for this right now.”
“Yeah, you just might be.” Kenji hung his coat on the rack by the door. “Let’s go make you some coffee and sober you up, hmm?”
“Okay,”Qylar whispered.
Qylar sat on one of the kitchen stools, pouring a third cup of coffee into him while Kenji checked out the fridge. There was a mass of boxes inside, but they all appeared frozen.
“Do you haveanythingto eat? I’m starving.”
Qylar slid his phone across the island toward the fridge. “Order whatever you want. Most of the delivery apps are on there.”
“I didn’t ask you to buy me dinner.”
“My children are growing inside you. It’s the least I can do.”
Kenji closed the fridge and snagged Qylar’s phone. “I suppose it is the least you can do.”
