Kade clears his throat from the couch.
However, Zeb just smiles as he presses the open THC soda can to his lips and takes a sip. “You’re welcome to one of these,” he offers.
“Thanks,” I manage, though I don’t intend on taking one.
“So… what is it about Rad that makes you want to burn the world to the ground?” Zeb asks.
“What is it about him that makes you want to do the same?” I counter.
Zeb huffs amusedly. “Ah… his face,” he says, and I snort before I can stop myself.
“There’s the laugh I was going for,” he says, beaming at me. “You know, youcanlaugh. You’re allowed to laugh while you’re on duty.”
“Oh, thanks for the permission. I was waiting for someone to tell me that,” I taunt him.
He gives me his best grin, deviance sitting behind his eyes. “You’re so welcome.”
“Hey, Havoc, you’re up,” Bonnie calls from the threshold of the theater room. Her gaze drifts over me, and I sigh at the sight of her.
She’s the only one capable of making me forget all the stress.
“Are we all—”
“You’re live, Bon,” Kade reminds her from the couch.
“Oh shit,” she says, remembering people can still hear her on the stream. She comes out of the room and closes the door slightly, and it’s fucking adorable the way she tries to sneak over to the kitchen with us.
“I forgot,” she admits, grabbing an orange soda from the fridge. She peers over at Kade, who’s smiling fondly at her beneath his mustache. “My bad,” she tells him. “I’m not used to thinking about security on these things.”
“You were just showing off the rest of the apartment,” Kade says. “We don’t want the entire world seeing the inside of this place.”
“Looking for weak points,” I supply, because it’s what I would do if I wanted access to someone. “Not to mention trying to figure out your location by what’s outside the windows.”
Bonnie and Zeb exchange a look. “This is why they get paid to handle us,” Bonnie says. “I would never think of this shit.”
“Some people can figure out someone’s hotel room by a picture of the bedside lamp,” I say.
“Seriously?” she asks.
“Yeah, it’s wild,” Kade says.
“Which reminds me, we all need to have a chat about some of your social pictures,” I say, peering between them.
“Damn,” Zeb mutters. “I think we just got put in time out,” he says to her.
“Weekend detention, dude,” Bonnie says.
The jokes make me smile, and the way she’s watching me right now has my insides fluttering.
Fuck this restless feeling.
I cross my arms over my chest just hoping that it’ll help my itching muscles. Zeb begins telling her about the crime podcast he was listening to earlier, and the message boards he’s on that people post their own findings, and how what some of them find is mind-blowing to him.
However, I’m toying with my lip piercing and thinking about her on that couch, the little noises she made, the way her pussy tightened on my fingers when she came for me the second time—
“Hey, who’s on the chat?” Reed shouts from the other room.
“Oh, shit,” Bonnie says, the two of them looking over their shoulders.
