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“Just ask Akara for that one temp with the chin dimple,” Maximoff says. “The butt chin,” I correct. He smiles. “Chin dimple.
“You know me better than any guy ever has. You’re my person.” His chest collapses in a breath. “You know I feel the same.”
His love for his family has always been extremely sexy. And I’m going to be honest here: it makes me want to have kids with him. Badly.
“My mom and dad raised me to fight the demons that they weren’t raised to fight. I’m strong because of my parents, and maybe that’s the point. They broke the cycle, and now I’m here to fight for him.”
“You’ll live,” Charlie says. “But we can still throw you a funeral to celebrate the death of your common sense.”
“OH SHIT!” one guy yells, seeing the sheer speed and force of Maximoff and Sulli as they close the gap. They even outpace us, their bodyguards. She’s an Olympian, and he could’ve qualified. It’s impressive as fuck.
It’s all fine and well. Until a hand reaches out for Ripley, and I see this idiot’s crazed, media-fueled eyes, looking to stoke havoc. His hand is descending on Ripley’s head. He’s innocently unaware. He’s a baby. He’s my baby. I lose my shit. I catch this fucker’s wrist and twist.
