“I'm open for pretty much anything,” I say and then realize how that sounds, groaning and burying my face in Ransom's hoodie, his warm chuckling vibrating up through his chest. “Yes, well,” Pax says as he gets up and comes over to kneel down next to us. “So am I.” For a second, I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. He kisses Ransom instead,
