Well, I’m not!my heart protests.
I grunt. Then, I push the door open anyway.
Chapter Twenty-One
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And here we have a communication. Rare and unexpected in a rom-com. You’resowelcome.
Poem
There isnothingbetter for a girl’s day than spending part of it being ravished by a strong, handsome man.
I grin, kicking my feet up against Fox’s wall as I lie upside down on his couch, my skirt falling to reveal the modesty shorts I threw on underneath. Modesty being, clearly, a thing of top importance to me.
“That waswonderful,” I tell Dwaekki, throwing my arms out to tap my thrill against the cushions as my feet wiggle. “I wanted a brother, but, to be fully honest with you, this works for me, too.Waymore enjoyable and I don’t have to reconcile thinking he’s the most jumpable man I’ve ever seen with my desire to be in his family. I can just kiss him! He says a rude thing about me not belonging? I kiss! He implies he wants me to go live in Antarctica, as far away from him as possible? I kiss!” I snort. “It’s the perfect plan to prove my usefulness,” I assure the little rabbit-pig. “Because it also proveshisusefulness. I’d put up with an awful lot of attitude for kisses like that.”
Dwaekki says nothing, of course, because Dwaekki is a printed character on a T-shirt, but I like to think that he agrees.
I wiggle my toes again as I allow a laugh to bubble its way out of me.
It’s just soridiculous.
Fox kissed me.
And I kissed him.
And the kisses were so good, I was banished to the apartment for attempting to take them farther than either of us will be ready for anytime this decade, probably.
I’m having the time of mylife.
The door to the apartment opens, and I tip my smiling head back to see an upside down Wolfe lead in an also upside down—and visibly distraught?—Fox.
I wave. “Hello, Blackwood brothers.”
Wolfe’s eyes crinkle, and Fox grunts a maybe greeting back.
Hm. Seems likesomeonedidn’t get as much serotonin as I did from our afternoon activities. I try not to be insulted as I spin myself upright on the couch.
“Shouldn’t you two be at work?” I ask.
Fox mumbles something about being unable to work, and I smirk.
Wolfe pokes him in the side. “Fox is here to communicate with you, and I’m here to facilitate that communication, so long as you’re comfortable with me being here.”
“He told you about the ravishing, huh?” I beam.
Twin blushes grace twin cheeks, and my grin spreads ever wider. “I don’t mind you being here,” I tell Wolfe. “Can we have snacks for this, though? I worked up a bit of an appetite earlier.”
Pinks turn to reds, accompanied by stern looks meant to chastise.
I widen my eyes and bat my lashes, ever innocent.
Fox curses, stomping to the kitchen to fulfil my wish of snacks while Wolfe joins me on the couch. “Be nice,” he mutters. “He’s going through something.”
“I’ve been plenty nice to him today,” I assure.
His brows furrow. “Poem, I don’t think that today meant the same thing to you as it did to him. You need to be careful. Gentle.Kind. He already feels bad enough. Please don’t take his crummy sense of self and make it worse. If not for him, then for me.”
