“You agree with me, Danny,” Wyn said. “You said it meant we wouldn’t have to be quiet when we fucked—” “Jesus, Wyn!” Danny’s hand vanished into the darkness of Wyn’s hood, no doubt to smack it over the monster’s mouth. His face went red. “Kind of an overshare.” Wyn’s long fingers wrapped around his wrist and easily prised his hand away. “Overshare? I’m sure Edin’s seen us fucking—” “What?!” “—and I don’t care what his human thinks—” “Okay, that’s enough.” Danny shot me an apologetic smile and started dragging Wyn back into their room. “Sorry. Um… okay, night guys. Sorry. Night.”
