“Yeah, he’s pretty hot.” “Who’s hot?” Farrow slides in, very casual and cool as he chews gum. He gives Moffy a once-over. “Me,” Maximoff quips, stretching his arm across Farrow’s shoulders. Farrow rolls his eyes. “You’re definitely cocky.” He has trouble taking his gaze off his fiancé. “I didn’t come over here for you, smartass.” “But you’re staying here for me,” Maximoff rebuts. Luna looks between them with such happiness. Farrow sucks in a breath. “Technically, you can’t read the future to know if I’m staying.”
