Ugh…nope, he did NOT need to think about ‘that’ right now, or about how Harlow had looked to be having a panic attack in the car. Nope, Foxx definitely did not need to think about, or remember, either of those things.
“What the hell do you have tonight besides knitting and true crime?” Harlow grumbled, looking at him.
“I do have a life, you know?!”
“Who are you fooling? Every night of the week, your ass is either parked on the couch or on my dick.”
Foxx gasped. “And what about you, Mr. Anti-social?! I’m literally your only friend! Who else do you even do things with?!”
Harlow smirked. “It doesn’t matter if I don’t do things, because unlike you, I don’t like people. What’syourexcuse for your failing social life?”
“F-failing social life?! I’ll have you know, I will be fully immersing myself in the amazing world of witchy baking tonight!” Foxx snapped, before plastering a fake ass smile on his face and adding, “And I’d hardly call my social life a failure, considering I have dating prospects. Or did you forget about Iggy?”
Though…Foxx kind of wanted to forget about Iggy as his flirting was annoying.
* * *
Harlow growled—FUCKINGIGGY! Wait…witchy baking?
“You’re going to bake with that witch again?”
“What do you meanagain?! I never got to do it in the first place!” Foxx whined.
“Umm…” Barney started slowly. Harlow…tuned him out even as he started to speak.
“I mean, almost going is enough, don’t you think?” he pointed out in dumb hope that Foxx would buy it.
“How the bloody hell do you figure that?!” Foxx snapped incredulously.
“Um…excuse me…” the Chief of Police tried again.
“Do you really need to hang out with that witch?”
“Yes! Sephira is my friend! And get this, friends see each other and do things together!”
Harlow grimaced. Sephira…ugh… Tony claimed they could trust her. And she supposedly took care of the witch involved in Foxx’s kidnapping…yet…
“Aren’t you tired of baking after making all those pies?”
“I am going to my witchy baking fun night, Harlow!”
Barney cleared his throat. “Hello…?”
Fucking hell… Harlow let out a frustrated growl, and then proceeded to ask something he’d never in a million years thought he’d ever ask. “Can I go?”
Looking dumbstruck, Foxx blinked. The man’s mouth opened and closed, the vampire staring silently for a moment, before finally managing to ask in obvious disbelief, “You…want…to go?”
“Yes,” he said stiffly.
“HELLO?!” Barney cried out, sounding exasperated.
“FUCKING, WHAT?!” Harlow growled vehemently. Did the man not see they were busy, the stupid rude ass bastard?
Foxx jumped out of the car. Slamming the door behind him, he bounced where he stood as he stared at Sephira’s home. “Ahh, it’s adorable!!”
He eyed the cute two-story cottage. From its thatched roof to the brick façade, to the roses and other vines growing up the building before branching out to form a beautiful garden out front that parted in the center, leaving a path to the door. The grass that wasn’t covered had various mushroom statues and cute frog ones having tea parties, and…there was so much adorableness, he could scream!
Really, anyone who loved cottage core would just die for all of what was going on here. Which…Foxx wasn’t going to lie, he did love it, as it was all so cute—even if he didn’t want to style his own home that way.
