His chest rising and falling heavily, Harlow frowned at the odd sound he heard. “Did you just…come on my shoe?”
Face heated and dazed, Foxx blinked up at him for a moment, before a giggle slipped past the man’s wet lips. “Maybe…”
Harlow thumped head against the headrest with a groan. “You are such a brat.”
Foxx just giggled harder.
Foxx flopped onto the couch and scooched over until he was resting his head in Harlow’s lap. The dhampir, who had been quietly watchingForensic Fileswhile Foxx had baked a chocolate cheesecake, did not even glance down.
He pursed his lips and released a put out sigh. When there was still no reaction, Foxx narrowed his eyes on the man and slowly reached out, starting to inch Harlow’s coffee cup towards the edge.
Harlow took a deep breath in and out before looking down. “Yes, kitten?”
Foxx stuck his tongue out. “Kitten, my ass! But now that I have your attention, don’t you think it’s weird?!?”
“What?”
“Well…it’s been two weeks! And…NOTHING!? No notices, no people popping up, no nothing! Like, they should know by now!”
Really, the council wasn’t usually this slow to act… Well, they could be pretty slow sometimes, but not about dhampirs… It was frankly just…inconsiderate! Like, how much longer werethey expected to wait for those bastards to make their move?! Didn’t they know they had lives?! How ridiculous, having to sit back and stay on edge, just because the fucking assholes were being…well…assholes! Like, Foxx hadn’t talked to his best friend in weeks, and it was all their fault! He had a new boyfriend! That was something he NEEDED to talk to someone about on the regular!
“Do you want them to show up?”
“What I want is for them to fuck all the way off, but since I know they won’t, if they HAVE to do something, then they can bloody well get it the fuck over with! Like, do you realize how awful it is that I have no one to talk about my new boyfriend with?!”
Harlow's brow furrowed. “Are you complaining to me that you have no one you can talk to about…me?”
“Yes!” Foxx huffed.
“Okay…don’t you have other friends besides Alastair?”
He blinked. “I mean…I do…but it’s complicated.”
“Complicated, as in?”
Complicated, as in…he had dated one friend's ex, not knowing it was their ex, and then…he’d ended up killing said ex… And then there was the time Foxx had dated a friend's brother…who he also ended up killing. Really, he had found that it was safer to keep his relationships on the downlow. Which meant he usually only talked about them to Alastair and Daydric. And he definitely couldn’t talk to Daydric at the moment.
“Well…I mean, I have a lot of friends, but I don’t talk to all of them about everything. Specifically, anything boyfriend related…due to how most of my relationships have ended.”
“And they ended in…”
Foxx avoided Harlow's gaze. “Death.”
“My little black widow.” The dhampir chuckled.
Foxx huffed. “It’s not like I do it on purpose! They attack me, and well…maybe if they were stronger they’d have survived!”
The dhampir ran his hand over his curls. “It is their fault for daring to try to lay a hand on you.”
“I mean, some were just trying to kill me, so laying a hand on me was less about abuse and more about murder.”
Harlow growled. “Who the fuck have you been dating?”
“A few gangsters…a mob boss or…two… Some deeply…in the closet bikers… A few artists with questionable…morals…”
Or was it three mob bosses…? No…that last one was only the boss' son. Wait, no it was three…he’d dated the son’s father after… Yeah, looking back…that had admittedly been a dumb idea to date the father of the man you fed to a bear.
The man snorted. “Of course.”
