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The song changes again, and it’s a slower one, so I make no attempt to let him go. He smells good, feels good.

“Dancing is not solely for courtship?”

Ah. I get it now. Societal rules. “Nope. Remember the guy who wanted to blow you in the bathroom?”

He chuckles. “How could I forget?”

“That wasn’t courtship either. It was just a hookup. You probably never would have seen him again.”

Farnsworth nods, running his hands up and down my arms. “Is it fun?”

“Hooking up?”

“Yes.”

“It can be if you find the right person.”

Does he want to? ’Cause fuck yeah, I’d more than happily unravel his tight composure. Only one way to find out.

“Is that something you think you’d like to do?”

“What?”

“Hook up.”

His jaw drops and he steps back slightly. “Oh. I shouldn’t. I have so much work to do. There’s a mission, and that should be my focus.”

“I heard a lot of shoulds, but never a want. What do youwantto do, Farns?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s fair. Shall we sit?”

He nods, letting me take his hand and guide him back to the table. This is probably pretty overwhelming, and I should check my libido and not stress the guy.

Farnsworth takes a sip of his beer, wrinkling his nose for a second before drinking again. He sets his glass down. “If I said yes?”

“To?”

“Hooking up. Then what would happen?”

I lean across the table. “I’d volunteer as tribute.”

His brow crinkles. “What does that mean?”

I chuckle. “Sorry. Movie reference.” I take his hand. “What I meant is I’d offer.”

“You mean…” He looks slightly panicked. “Hook up with you?”

“Unless that idea is gross. Maybe you’re not attracted to me.”

Farnsworth opens his mouth, but just then, Tony shows up with our burgers. “Rings for Borja, fries for the gentleman.” His eyes linger on my partner. “Can I get you anything else right now?”

“We’re good, Tony.” I make it clear from my tone he should get lost now.

Tony nods, hurrying off. When I look at Farnsworth, he’s staring at his plate, but his teeth are embedded in his bottom lip.

“Maybe there are rules against that,” I say, offering him an out. “I’m sure any guy here would?—”