“Damn, Charlie,” Rig hollered, shattering the moment. “How’d you manage to break the ice queen?” Moth’s face flamed pink even as he shot the raider an unimpressed look. I laughed and leaned in to kiss his tattooed neck, happiness bubbling inside me. “Deepthroating,” I called back, which made Moth give my stomach a weak shove. “Holy shit, no kidding, right?” Rig’s brown eyes were lively as he dragged Gloam over to us. “The first time Gloam—” “My love, why don’t we let Moth and Charlie… talk?”
