Foxx didhis best to be normal as they rode the lift to their floor. But on the inside, his mind was going around and around and a-fucking-round. The main question being, why had Harlow reacted that way to Iggy asking him out?
The same conclusion kept coming up, and each and every time it did, it was just as ridiculous as it had been the first time—jealousy. It was like Harlow was…
Nope, nope…he wasn’t going there. It didn’t matter what it looked like. It didn’t matter what Harlow had said as he’d been torturing someone to find him. None of it mattered…because Foxx couldn’t go there. He couldn’t see more than what was plainly obvious. It was just too much risk for something that no doubt wasn’t, and couldn’t ever be, real.
“You…uh, going to open the door?” Harlow drawled slowly.
Foxx blinked, realizing he was in fact just standing and staring blankly at their apartment door—so much for pretending to be normal.
“I’m getting to it!” he huffed, before pressing his thumb to the scanner. Once the lock flashed green, he opened the door and walked in. Before he even made it out of the hall, he could tell someone else was there…and they were eating something.
“Alastair, nice of you to invite yourself in,” he snorted as he walked into the living room.
The other vampire was lounging on one of his teal couches, a half-eaten pie in his lap and a fork shoved in his mouth.
Alastair pulled the fork free and said, “You should expect no less after giving me a key.”
Harlow growled on seeing the other vampire, or rather, the pie sitting in the man’s lap. “Change the damn locks,” the human hissed, looking murderous now.
Ah… “You are eating his precious cherry pie, Alastair. You may have just put yourself in danger.”
His friend scoffed. “He can stand to lose one pie. He has like more than twenty others to eat.”
“You’d think that, but no. See, he can stand to lose the others because they aren’t his favorite. Cherry, however, is,” Foxx said with a laugh. Moving forward, he snagged the pie from Alastair’s lap.
“Hey! I was going to finish that.”
Foxx ignored him and held it out to Harlow. The human glared pointily at Alastair as he took it with a huff, grumbling again, “Change the damn locks.”
Alastair rolled his eyes. “How was I supposed to know it was his favorite? Wait…no, I don’t actually care that it is.”
Harlow flipped the man off before stomping over and setting the pie on the counter. What followed was banging cabinets and more as the human angrily went about covering the pie up to save it for later.
“Asking for death.” Foxx giggled before taking a seat next to his friend. “He won’t even share those with me.”
“You made the damn things,” the other vampire huffed.
“Yes, and I got one slice of cherry pie the day of his birthday, but no more after that.”
“And you call me greedy!” Alastair sniffed. “So…how was your day?” the vampire mused as he pulled Foxx basically on top of him.
Foxx snuggled and when he spoke, he hesitantly tried to play it off as ridiculous. “Get this. This hunter at the Guild tried to ask me out on a date. Like, I barely know anything about him, and what I do know…it's not impressive.”
“Did they?”
“Yes. And like, he’s not even my?—”
Alastair cut him off. “You should do it.”
His eyes widened as Harlow shouted, “WHAT?!”
He shuddered at the pure promise of violence the word held. It was one word, yet it was almost enough for Foxx to forget about the nonsense Alastair had just spouted—almost.
Honestly, he was pretty baffled by the suggestion too. “What…? Don’t be ridiculous, Alastair.”
“Leave,” the human seethed.
His cock hardened as another shudder ran through him. Harlow sounded furious. But…why? More importantly…cuddling with his bestie was not the time to get turned on…
