“I do not!” The vampire huffed and started to weave through the pies towards him. Alastair followed behind him, looking no less grumpy.
He crossed his arms. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
On reaching him, Foxx poked his chest and haughtily said, “Maybe the issue is less me and more your bad memory, old man!”
Harlow chuckled. “I remember all that I want and need to about my cat.” He dropped his voice as he added, “Like how to make him purr.”
Foxx’s face flushed and the vampire spluttered, “I am not a cat!”
“Oh?” He lifted a brow and stepped forward, forcing Foxx to either step back or press against him. The vampire stepped back, his large eyes staring up at him in irritation. “You just like purring then?”
“I don’t purr!”
He stepped forward again. “You don’t? Are you sure about that?”
Once again, Foxx stepped back. “I have never purred in my entire life!”
Smirking, he leaned down and whispered in Foxx’s ear. “Bet I can make you purr, brat.”
Foxx shuddered, and rasped, “You could never, old man.”
“We’ll see about that.” He nipped the rim of his ear.
“For fuck’s sake, what the hell is wrong with you two?!” Alastair hissed. “Like, I’m STILL here. One would think an almost six-foot-tall man dressed as a winged baby would be bloody hard to miss!?”
Harlow straightened up, and eyed the other vampire with a raised brow.
The man just tsked, staring at him with disgust, before snapping, “I’m leaving before you two make me puke!” Foxx’s friend hmphed and stormed away.
“Wait! Get back here! You have to help us move the pies!” Foxx cried, pushing past Harlow.
“Not my problem!” Alastair yelled out. The sound of the door opening and slamming followed right after those words.
“That…” Foxx growled as he spun around. “I can’t believe he just left!”
Harlow shrugged, eyeing the room and all the pies. Thinking about how long it would take to clean up, he grimaced. Leaving…was the smartest choice. “I can believe it.”
Foxx’s eyes narrowed on him suspiciously. “Don’t even think about it. You aren’t going anywhere, mister! And I am NOT helping. Do you even know how much work I had to do on top of making pies due to all those damn boxes!”
He sighed. Harlow was…no longer enjoying his ‘surprise’.
Foxx just smiled as Harlow plopped down in the chair next to him at the dining table with a sigh. Hair still wet from the shower, the man was now in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. After the many, many,manytrips up and down the stairs…Harlow had been drenched in sweat. The human had looked as if he’d gone for a swim in his jeans and jumper.
As far as Foxx was concerned, cleaning up had been fun… Mostly because he hadn’t actually done any of the cleaning. He’d supervised though, making sure Harlow stored the pies away properly, in the large freezer that currently sat in one of his unused guest bedrooms.
“Why would you have them put the freezer upstairs?” the human growled. A question that Harlow had asked many times over the last few hours.
The man was sure complaining a lot about something they were lucky to have even gotten. As it was, he’d paid an exorbitant price to have it delivered earlier that day. Not that he couldn’t afford it. It was just the principle of it all. And that principle had gone out of the window when it came down to either waiting until next week for their normal delivery schedule or…bribing the fuck out of them.
“Well, where else would they put it? There is no room down here. Not unless I tear out some cabinets. Which…” He pursed his lips. “I may do it at one point. But, for now, that’s where it fits. Anyway, let’s eat.”
Foxx had removed the pie and other food he’d been keeping warm from the oven, filled two plates, and set the table while Harlow had showered. Alongside the plates, sitting in the center on the wood and resin dining table, was a cherry pie with a golden number four and six candle in it. Right next to the pie was a lighter, and a small box wrapped in heart paper with a red ribbon—the present he’d gotten for Harlow.
“Brat,” Harlow grumbled. The man’s gaze flicked down, and after a moment, his brow rose. “You get me something, Foxx?” The human was eyeing the small box.
“I did. You can open it after we eat.”
Harlow snorted and picked up his knife and fork. “What is on my plate?”
