now he's busy Googling them
PHOENIX
he's pacing
RAF
like a literal zoo animal
PHOENIX
just tell us you're alive
RAF
or at least tell us if you finished because this is getting embarrassing for all of us
PHOENIX
RAF NO
RAF
what? I'm being practical
AND
if I'd known we were taking a fuck break I would've wanted one too
considering I got, you know
cockblocked
by a giant viking
PHOENIX
I mean
I could get away from Carmine for a minute
RAF
I last longer than a fucking minute dumbass
Bells is shaking on top of me.
For a horrifying second I think she's sobbing, think she's realized she just let a disgusting monsterfuckher, but then the sound escapes. A wheeze, then a snort, then full hysterical laughter that makes her whole body convulse against mine.
"Carmine—Carmine thinks—Phoenix's spices—and Raf?—"
The names do the trick and my knot finally deflates the rest of the way.
I pull out with a grimace and a low growl.
Bells rolls off me onto the rooftop, groaning but still laughing. She lies there on her back beside me, jeans around her thighs, hoodie rucked up, mascara smudged, cackling at the fog.
"Get up," I mutter, sitting up and reaching for my belt.