Page 65 of The Penalty

“What?” I ask when I can’t work it out.

“Seems like a thing rich people would have. They did at the building dedication thing, didn’t they?” Teddy just brushes over my question, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“What the fuck are whore doors?” I ask again, a little scared now of what the answer might be.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean! I’m too hungry for this, and I don’t speak I-tal-yon or whatever.” He huffs.

“Do you mean hors d’oeuvres? And it’s French.”

“Yeah, whatever, the pre-food you eat before you eat your food-food.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That’s called an appetizer.”

Teddy growls in frustration.

“And you think I get hangry?”

“You do.” He crosses his arms, all pouty.

I lean over putting my lips next to his ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll eat you after.”

“Are you into vore?”

Well that wasn’t the reaction I wanted.

“How do you know what vore is but not breeding?”

“Everyone knows what vore is!” Teddy insists, turning to catch my lips in a kiss. “I don’t know if I want to pretend to be inside you.”

I look at the ceiling of the car. “I just meant blow you, don’t worry.”

“Phew! I was pretty worried considering the way you get hangry.”

Thankfully, we get to Owen’s place pretty quick since he lives closer to Summerset. We ride the elevator up in silence, and I exhale before knocking.

Colin pulls open the door, beaming. “Hello there. So nice to welcome you to our home.” He steps aside and lets us pass.

We walk into a warm open layout kitchen and living room.

Owen is standing next to a bar cart making drinks. “Anyone want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Anything but a cocktail!” Teddy says, taking off his coat to hand to Colin.

“What are you wearing?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

Somehow Teddy got his hands on what looks like Tobi’s Gods jersey, but he’s defaced it. Drawing an x over the Gods’ logo. But worse, it’s at least two sizes too small. He looks like he’s going to hulk out of it at any moment. The seams are stressed.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Teddy says in a sugary sweet voice.

“How are you even fitting into that?” I ask making a face because it looks rather uncomfortable.

“Worth it,” he says in a strained voice. He turns to take his drink from Owen, which is thankfully not in a martini glass.

I catch something with his movement and step behind him. Over my name on the back, he’s written in sharpie, “Biggest Fan”

Colin follows my gaze, and it dawns on him too, and he starts laughing.

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