“When Just called, I knew it wasn’t a Come out to the coast we’ll get together have a few laughs type of situation, and”—he holds a hand up, cutting off my objection before I can make it—“yes, I know my nuts have enough of a charge to power your phone right now”—I snort, I can’t help it—“but you do need me.” “Hook—” “No.” “Hook—” “No.” He’s resolute. “But—” He gives the barest of squeezes on my neck, not enough to hurt, more like how Trident’s mother would do to keep her pups in line. Holy talking snowman Olaf, the move shouldn’t make my panties flood, but it does.
