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What is breathing? I couldn’t tell you. My lungs couldn’t either.
“You know, your signals are more mixed than a tape in the nineties.”
fucking demon in pink,” he mutters under his breath, yanking off his hat. “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“You’re pulling out moves I’ve never seen before.” I smirk. “The fact that you even recognize my moves—” “Believe me, I’ve already called my therapist for an emergency intervention.”
“What’s taking her so long?” Theo follows my gaze to the bar. He doesn’t bother to hide the pure amusement in his voice when he says: “She’s been gone thirty seconds, bud.”
Her shoulders are shaking, and from here I can tell she’s told him something funny. My eyes narrow. What the hell does he think he’s doing, just staring at her— Finally, he returns a laugh. Yeah. He’d better laugh at her jokes. She jokes, you laugh. It’s not a hard concept.
A list of every sorry person who doesn’t fall in love with this woman within seconds of meeting her. I’ll wrangle them all and drive them straight to the asylum. We can’t have these kinds of people running rampant in the streets. It’s bad for the rest of us.
“Finn,” she mumbles against my lips. “You’re at work.” Work? I break away, blinking hard at our surroundings. Work. I’m at work. Work, this stupid, senseless concept that means I have to leave her at home. That I have to take my hands off her now. I hate work. I hate everything but her.
