“Making our woman feel old?”Impishness remains in his expression.“Eso es elegir la violencia.”
A mirthful eye roll is accompanied by me turning my attention back to the water in front of me.
Ugh.
I hate it when he’s this happy.
Thishuman.
I hate it even more when he’s this flirty.
Fun.
And I hate it the most when he’s this protective.
Possessive.
Which is super new shit for him.
I mean…temporary may be my middle name…but I’ve never pretended I was going to stick around…stickthroughsome shit…forsomeone…forsomeones…when I knew damn well longevity was never on the map.
I never gave them nicknames.
Or titles.
Or held them to my chest post sex, sleepily daydreaming to the sound of the rain coming down, about weekends where we’ll fish for mahi-mahi and drink tequila and skinny dip during the sunset.
No.
Some may call me coldhearted or emotionally unavailable or detached; however, they could never andwould neverbe able to accuse me of saying whatever I have to say to keep whoever it is happy in that aspect.
Is that what Garcia’s doing?
I don’t wanna accuse him of that, but what choice do I have?
What else am I supposed to do?
Simply believe that Mr.Gives All The Fucks What The World thinks has finally learned whathefeels is all that truly matters?
Whathewants?
What is this?
An after school special the Little One was never exposed to courtesy of being so much younger than us?
“We close?”Garcia cautiously inquires, redirecting my focus to where it needs to be.
“Yeah,” leaves me just above the sound of the engine.
“And you’resurethis is what the clues were saying?”Zero nervously investigates.“This is nowherenearwhere we were first searching.”
“That’s because when we were first searching, we were going off of inaccurate information,” I gingerly remind.
“How do you know it’s accurate now?”
“BecausenowI know you don’t read sailor.”
“Or pirate,” adds Garcia.
