“Yo vi eso.”
“You saw nothing.”
“I saw you smile.”
“First your memory, now your vision, Grandpa?”Playful tsking sounds escape.“I can only imagine your hearing is next.”
“Por qué?” He mirthfully hums.“Whydo you give me so much shit?”
“Why do you givemeso much shit?”
“Why do you answer a question with a question?”
“Why do you refuse to answer questions but expect everyone else to answer them?”I sassily counter.
“Why do you hate me?”
“Why do you hate the idea ofus?”
“Why do you?”
This time my steps falter forcing me to look up and find his stare.“It isn’t the idea of ‘us’ that I hate, Garcia.It’s having an anchor.”
“Staying in one place.”
“Beingweighed downin thewrongplace.”
At that, his frame slides in front of mine to block further movement.“Is with me the wrong place?”
“Yes.”
His mouth bobbing in perplexity precedes him asking, “Is with Zero the wrong place?”
“Yes.”
“Is…with…us…both…the right one?”
Against my own volition I whisper, “That definitely feels more like a dock than an anchor.”
Garcia unexpectedly leans closer.
Uses two fingers to grab my chin.
Steal my breath.
“Then dock with us, Princess.”
“Not what that means,” impishly fills the small space.
Garcia releases a slightly irked sigh at the same time his hand falls back to his side.“You know what I mean.”
“I know you like to give me shit.”
“Because you like to give me shit.”
“Because you need someone whose balls are as big as yours…which are pretty fucking big…and I would know since I’ve had them in my mouth,” a devilish smirk can’t be stopped, “Master.”
An undeniably brutish grunt escapes alongside him pulling me closer by a handful of my ass.“You want them there again?”
