Foxx gnawed on his bottom lip…
They did fit—so well… His heart sped up a little as he contemplated all the man had just said. There was more he should ask. Harlow was obviously obsessed with him, likely in an unhealthy way that no normal person should be okay with… Yet…Harlow was right.
Foxx wasn’t normal. So why was he trying to answer and decide like a normal person would?! Who cared what someone normal would do?! He didn’t want to overthink this any longer! He didn’t want to debate! He didn’t want to list the cons! He just wanted to say… “Okay…”
Harlow tensed, the man slowly saying, “Okay?”
“Yes…I-I’ll date you.”
Harlow’s arms came around him more firmly. “Mine,” he growled.
Foxx closed his eyes, leaning into the man, even as a slight sense of dread filled him. Yet…at the same time, there was also relief. He felt relief, not only to be claimed by Harlow, but by the fact that Harlow was now also his. Which…probably just emphasized how crazy and not okay he really fucking was.
Foxx yawned as he got into the car. He was so tired.
They’d made it back to Harlow’s Jeep just before the sun rose yesterday. And they’d only managed that because they had run anytime they could. The boat ride, with its set speed of slow, had been fucking stressful.
At least they’d found their missing guns before they left that house, along with some clothes to wear. Foxx couldn’t say he was super happy about only being able to salvage his pink boots from that entire outfit, but he supposed, at this point, he shouldn’t expect anything less than total destruction of his clothing on each and every case. Harlow’s leather jacket had been annoyingly okay.
If the long ass drive there, and long distance on foot and by boat over the last two days hadn’t been enough, they then had to convince the police to stay the fuck away from the fucking house so they wouldn’t be poisoned by the wolfsbane.
Luckily, they’d been able to pass that problem off to Tony. Hope he had fun talking to the werewolf council, because based on what Daydric had said over the years, they were a bitch and a half when it came to getting them to cooperate with people outside of their species.
Whatever, it was not his problem.
Foxx’s eyes watered when the next yawn forced its way out.
His problem was, despite the long ass mess of a hunt, he’d struggled to fall asleep in the hotel the night before. Mostly because of the doubts that had started to come out about his decision to jump head first into dating Harlow.
A decision…Alastair was going to scream at him about once he found out. Maybe he should text him and then turn off his phone. That way he could avoid his wrath...
At least until they made it back home. But like, twelve hours was a good amount of buffering, time wise.
Yawning again, he unzipped the face shield on his sunsuit, and pulled out his phone from the belly pocket.
FOXX
Alastair, I've made the decision, after some thought, to date Harlow. Do not bother trying to call or text as my phone shall be off due to lack of signal. And do not come over as I am many, many hours away with no idea when I’ll be home. Love you, kisses.
He hit send and shut the fucking thing down as fast as he could. Another yawn hit again, just as the driver’s side opened.
“Returned the key cards?” he asked sleepily.
“Yep, all checked out,” Harlow drawled, while getting in and closing his door. “Tired?”
“Mm,” Foxx grunted.
Harlow buckled in and started the car. “Buckle up, Foxx.”
“Mm,” he repeated, and quickly did his seatbelt.
They set off on the road, and Foxx for the life of him couldn’t hold back a single yawn.
“Sleep if you are tired,” Harlow rumbled.
“Don’t feel like it,” he said, staring blankly out of the side window at the passing road.
Really, his mind was just too full to do it.
