Page 58 of Heroes & Hitmen
I keep trying. She keeps saying no.
Hasn’t stopped me from sneaking in when the couch or floor becomes unbearable, though. She’s a deep sleeper. Also– surprise of the century– an aggressive snuggler. She rolls over in her sleep and tucks herself right against me like it’s instinct. Like her wolf’s already made the decision that she’s too scared to face herself.
Of course, she has no idea. I’m always gone before she wakes up, but it’s getting harder to leave the warmth of her curled up against me each time. Not to mention the way my wolf pitches a fucking fit whenever I slip away. Something’s definitely gotta give with this whole sleeping situation.
There’s still no notable action below, so I swipe open my phone to check my messages, irrationally hoping there’s one waiting from Miley even though I know there won’t be. She never texts first, and half the time she doesn’t even reply– not unless I poke at her just right, say something that gets so deep under her skin she has no choice but to bite back.
Now that I think about it, that’s basically been my entire strategy with her. Poke the bear until she shows her teeth.
No message from Miley, but there’s one from Will.
Will
You free Saturday? Haven’t seen your smug face in a while, and I still need to meet that mate of yours.
I glance through the scope– still clear– then look back down to thumb out a quick reply.
Could be. Depends on how much I piss off your Alpha between now and then.
Closing out of our text thread, I scroll down to my one with Miley, shooting her a message.
Any plans for Saturday? I’ve got a friend who wants to meet up.
Chances are fifty-fifty as to whether she responds, but I keep the thread open just in case, returning my attention to the docks below.
My phone vibrates a minute later.
Miley
Have fun.
I can’t help but roll my eyes.Really should’ve seen that one coming.
My eyes flicker between my phone and the window as I type out another message.
He wants to meet you, babe. Promise it won’t kill you to come down from the Tower and mingle with the commoners. Could be a good PR opportunity, too, make this whole thing look more legit.
I give it a few minutes, but she doesn’t reply. Guess I’ll have to send another text, just to provoke her.
Gonna take your silence as a yes, I’ll let my buddy know we’re on for Saturday.
The little grey bubbles immediately appear on my screen, indicating she’s typing.Got her.
I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.
Hey, more than two words. She’s chatty today.
You in the library again? Try not to let the musty book smell erase all the hard work I put in this morning.
You mean your daily excuse to manhandle me?
You’re not exactly fighting me off, babe.
Our scent sessions might be the highlight of my day.
That’s tragic. You should probably get a hobby.
I’ve got one. It’s you. Full-time obsession. No benefits package yet, though, which feels rude.
