“Hmm, no, I don’t think I will,” Foxx hummed. “You’ve been pissy since Alastair suggested…” he hesitated.
Thinkingit was about Iggy would be very different thanconfirmingit was about Iggy. And it felt like he was about to step somewhere he shouldn’t… Yet…he wanted to know so badly!
As much as he told himself to not go there with Harlow…he…
Something inside him needed to know. Knowing couldn’t…hurt, right?
“Why are you so angry about the idea of me going on a date with Iggy?”
Harlow stiffened, the man’s gaze slowly moving back to him. A shiver went down his spine. At that moment, he felt like prey.
“You are going to do it?” The words were a bare whisper, yet…they held so much rage.
“I-I didn’t say that.” And he wasn’t going to, really… Iggy wasn’t his type…yet… “But if I wanted to, I have every right to do it. We’re not dating.”
“Yes, but you are—” The man cut off, his eyes widening slightly. Harlow glanced back at the road, saying nothing more.
Foxx licked his lips as his heart started to race, not daring to look away while the human’s expression shifted from startled to confused.
“What? I am what, Harlow? Finish what you were going to say. Why can’t I go on a date with Iggy?”
Harlow’s jaw clenched, the confusion disappearing under clear rage at Foxx’s words, only to oddly snap back instantly to the same confusion as before. But what came next was…panic.
Harlow’s pulse sped up. Each of the man’s breaths were flowing in and out, faster and faster. With each second that passed, the man’s panic seemed to grow.
Foxx had honestly never seen Harlow look so…lost…
* * *
Mine!You are mine! I’ll kill Iggy before I let him, or anyone else, touch you!Head ringing and stomach churning, Harlow’s rage boiled inside him as the words repeated in his mind.
But as quickly and swiftly as the anger had come, it disappeared in an instant. His head practically spinning with how quickly it had been shoved aside by confusion.
Foxx…wasn’t his. NO! He was, Foxx was…
Why…why was… Why did it matter who Foxx fucked? Why did the idea of Iggy…going near…
Why did this bother him? Broken… He was still broken. The nightmares were gone, but…this wasn’t him. He wasn’t… Jealous… Was he jealous?
Ridiculous, he didn’t…get jealous. Foxx wasn’t… Foxx couldn’t be…
Obsession—Tony had called him obsessed. Fucking…hell…
“Harlow…”
He gasped, his gaze flicking to Foxx. “I…”
What did he say? What could he fucking say?
‘Congrats, Foxx, you’ve been claimed by a psycho! Just a heads up, I may possibly try to kill anyone you date. Lucky fucking you?’ Yeah, that would go over so well!!he thought with exasperation.
Harlow swallowed hard and tried again, still not sure what to say. “I…”
With a soft, hesitant laugh, Foxx slowly said, “It’s fine… Never mind…let’s talk about the case.”
Harlow could tell that Foxx was giving him a way out of this fucking conversation, and he grabbed on to it with both motherfucking hands.
“Yes! The case. Humans, right? Why don’t you see if Charity has, uh…sent the file yet?! We have two hours before we get there, but who knows? She did say she had cases for us, so maybe she already finished the write up and…things…” He finished awkwardly, and then forced himself to take a deep breath in and out upon realizing that he may have possibly been hyperventilating slightly…
