“Let’s drink some tea and wait for Kylo to barge through my door,” Princeton said. “You really shouldn’t feel defeated. The first time I did parts work with Kylo, we ended up in a bloody fist fight.” He paused, throwing me a rakish grin as he led me into the kitchen. “It was so hot.” I glared at Princeton, the lights overhead flickering and then shutting off completely with my sudden flare of possessiveness. “You two really are made for each other.”
