“Hey, hey, I wager you my most tasty blood that we can’t have our own boat party,” Wesley whispered, leaning in like it was a secret. He’d been doing that a lot since their first stop; making everything a secret, as though this entire night were an inside joke between the two of them and not a one-way street of him trying to get his lips as close to Vincent’s skin as possible.
Hahaha sure wes
