Foxx’s mouth flattened. “Mentally fucked, am I?”
Harlow smirked. “Best kind of people are, in my opinion.”
The vampire rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t lie. I’m not angry at you. You being like this does make me angry. But not at you. I’m angry, but not at you,” he growled in frustration. Why were words so hard?! “Fuck, Foxx, I suck at this, okay. Yes, I’m angry. But angry, as in, I want to break into the prison and kill all those fuckers. Not angry, as in, you should stop feeling…‘things’.”
Foxx let out a watery laugh. “‘Things’, huh?”
“Yeah…‘things’.”
“Why do you want to kill them?”
Harlow frowned. Wasn’t the answer obvious? “Because…they hurt you. Wouldn’t them no longer being alive make you feel, at least, a little better?”
Foxx was the one frowning now. “I mean…yes, but…why would you care enough to do that?”
He blinked. Care? Care wasn’t the right word…was it? “It’s the only solution I can think of to fix it.”
“‘It’ as in my feelings?”
“Yes…?” he responded hesitantly, hoping it was the right way to answer. Based on Foxx’s frown deepening, he was going to assume it was not. Well, fuck…
“I mean…you are my partner, and they fucked with you. And I don’t…like that…” Think, Harlow. THINK, how to fix this?! Wait, he knew! “And we are friends. So they fucked with my friend, which is you… So…I want to fix it?”
Foxx let out an unflattering snort, before giggling softly. “You are so awkward.”
Harlow huffed. “I’m trying, okay!”
Foxx leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for trying.”
He smirked—hah, fixed. That wasn’t so hard… Stressful though…
“Anytime, brat.”
He pulled Foxx back against his chest. When the man rested his head on his pec, he pressed a kiss to the top of the vampire’s head. “It’ll be fine one day. But until it is, just keep feeling what you need to feel. And I’ll just be getting angry and murderous on your behalf.”
“Angry and murderous, huh? Sounds like you, old man.”
“That it does.” He ran his hand over Foxx’s hair again. “So…them being dead would actually help?”
Foxx giggled. “I’d rather you stay out of jail.”
“Me too, brat, me too.” He shifted his hold. Cupping Foxx’s ass, he stood with the man in his arms. “Let’s get back to bed.”
Foxx only hummed in response.
As he settled back into bed, with Foxx cuddled against his chest, one clear thought was running through his mind:Murders happened all the time in prison…what’s a few more?
Arms loaded with bags, Foxx stood there, struggling to angle his thumb the right way to open the door.
Alastair, who was carrying just as many bags as him, complained loudly behind him. “I don’t get why you are doing all this.”
“It’s Harlow’s birthday!” Foxx snapped, repeating himself for the fiftieth time. “He asked me to make him a cherry pie. So, that’s what I’m doing.” He sighed in relief when the door lock clicked and flashed green.
Bloody hell, they had been lucky that the security guard had actually been at his desk for once and had unlocked the lift for them.
“Him asking for a single pie explains you making ten, how?!” the other vampire grumbled, sounding very annoyed. “How come all I get is a single can of cookies for my birthday?! Also, how do you even expect him to eat ten pies?!”
