“Come home quickly,” Foxx yelled, even as he continued to pout. But when Harlow disappeared into the hall, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, Foxx’s pout was quickly replaced by a smile.
Foxx let out a happy squeal. Ahh—he had a boyfriend who careeddd…in some capacity! Foxx giggled. “Some capacity is better than none!”
Eyeing his phone, his smile grew as he grabbed it and went to his texts. Typing fast, he giggled again as he hit send.
FOXX
My boyfriend CARES!! And he had nightmares of me dying that freaked him out so much he thought he was having a heart attack. That’s how much MY boyfriend cares!!
ALASTAIR
Are you seriously bragging right now?
Foxx frowned. Was he not allowed to brag?! His psycho boyfriend maybe liked him. Wasn’t that something to brag about?! Typing, he hmphed after hitting send.
FOXX
I’m not bragging, I was just telling you how happy I am. As my best friend, shouldn’t you want to know?!
ALASTAIR
Tell me in a less show-offy manner and maybe I will want to listen.
Was Foxx not allowed to even breathe?! Why shouldn't he brag about his good fortune! But fine, he could tone it down!
FOXX
Fine. He grabbed my hand as I tried to run away with my eyes full of tears, and told me that I’m not alone, that he feels things too.
ALASTAIR
Trying to write a movie now, huh? Well, I am happy that the psycho is, unbelievably, somehow working out for you.
FOXX
It’s not THAT unbelievable. Harlow can be…sweet. Very sweet, in fact.
Foxx startled, almost flinging his phone when it started to ring. Face pinching, he eyed Alastair’s name, and he debated it for like a second before slowly sliding his finger across the screen to answer.
“Foxx, we are talking about the same man, aren’t we?” Alastair said, without even a hello.
Foxx frowned. “What other Harlow do either of us know?”
“I would like to know that as well, because you just called a man who definitely wanted to kill me over eating some of his pie, sweet!”
Well, if he hadn’t wanted to get a death glare, maybe the vampire should have kept his sugar thieving hands off someone else’s pie?!
“I mean, he likely wouldn’t have actually killed you. Maybe just maimed you a little.”
“Ahh, yes, maiming really does scream sweet,” Alastair deadpanned.
“Well, he is sweet! He even had someone remake the bunny hat I lost when those priests kidnapped me! It was in the same baby pink and blue colors as before, and the man hates those colors! How is that not sweet?!”
Alastair sighed. “Are you seriously trying to make me say, out loud, that your psychopath of a boyfriend is sweet?”
“Well, you should say it, because he is!”
“I refuse.”
