Harlow jerked back at the accusation. “I am not a germaphobe! Every single reason I just mentioned is VALID! Besides, here’s a clue, I wouldn’t be able to do my job if I was a germaphobe, now, would I? I’d likely freak out on every fucking hunt if I was!”
“No, see, your weirdo brain doesn’t like touching people, but somehow it’s fine as long as you are hurting them, or they are dead! Or in my case, fucking. How the hell did you sleep around?!”
“I’m not a germaphobe, and I will NOT be biting someone else!”
“You are infuriating!”
“I am setting my boundaries!”
“As in, you intend to keep draining me until I kill you?”
“Planning to kill me, brat?”
“Thinking about it, old man!!”
Harlow snorted. “Bet I’d win now.”
“Bet you’re going to end up in the lake in about five seconds.”
The dhampir blinked. “Stay where you are, brat, or it’s you who will end up swimming.”
Foxx smiled sweetly. “If you say so. Oh, by the way, no more neck.”
“Why?!”
“Because your bites take two full bloody days to heal, and we are trying to fucking hide your existence!”
Harlow growled. “FINE!” The man spun and swung his fishing pole, no doubt attempting to cast, but instead, there was a loud snap as it broke in half when the man failed to control his strength.
The dhampir stared in horror at his pole. “W-what…”
Foxx surged to his feet and…shoved Harlow off the dock. As the man landed in the water with a loud splash, he spun away with a happy hum. Folding his hands behind his back, Foxx skipped towards the cabin with a smile on his face. Said smile only widened on hearing Harlow resurface, the man sputtering and splashing away.
“FOXX!”
Harlow reread the line in his book, trying to ignore the brat staring at him. Which was impossible. Honestly, at this point, he might as well go to bed, as he had no clue what was going on or what he was reading.
“Take the cameras down,” Foxx pouted, slapping his pec lightly.
Smirking, Harlow set the book on the nightstand and said, with zero emotions, “No.”
“HARLOW!”
Mmm, it was moments like this that made him happy that his sense sensitivity had mostly calmed the fuck down two days ago. Like, there were still moments his sight and hearing went haywire and brought on a raging headache, but for the most part, things were calming down…except his strength… There were…way too many things he’d need to fix at his cabin when he finally got a handle on it.
“FOXX!” he mimicked. “It’s been a week. I don’t even know why you are still trying.”
The vampire hadn’t given up throughout the four days they’d spent at the cabin, and it didn’t seem like he intended to now that they were back home either.
“Why not?!”
“It’s for safety, Foxx. Both of our asses have gotten kidnapped once, and there is also the whole ‘the council will likely try to kill us the minute I’m either registered or they find out about me’ thing.”
“You don’t even have a phone to receive notifications about the damn pictures anymore! Take them down!”
How to steer away from this conversation? Ah! He knew how!
“Oh, speaking of phones, can I borrow yours?”
