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Why does that feel final? Permanent?
I frown.
Charlie motions to me, as though my dejection is an admittance. I recover quickly and say, “We’re not having sex.”Anymore.It’s a half-truth.
“And I’m a virgin,” Charlie says as though it’s obviously alie.
Our attraction can’t be that apparent. No one else has really sniffed us out, have they?
Maximoff rests a calming hand on his son’s back. “No one publicly thinks they’re together, Charlie. And Jane will be there.”
Charlie’s jaw tenses. “Where’s the overprotective and self-righteouslyrageyMaximoff Hale?”
Moffy scrunches his face. “I thought you hated that part of me.”
“I do, but there are times where it’snecessary,” Charlie sneers between his teeth. “Don’t make me fill that role.Please.”
Just now, Farrow walks into the strained living room with raised brows. “What the fuck did I miss?” He stops beside his husband and son and flashes a puzzled expression to Donnelly.
“I asked Luna to come out with me,” Donnelly confesses. “It’snota date, and no one’s gonna think it is when I’m on-duty. She’s been safe with me, always.”
That’s the truth.
Charlie looks conflicted about the whole ordeal.
Ripley tries to pry the aviators off the top of Farrow’s head. Farrow gives his son the sunglasses, and as adorable as the oversized shades look on the baby, the tension has not vacated the room.
“I’ll be fine,” I assure everyone. “It’s more like an outing with Jane.”
“Just be careful,” Moffy says.
Charlie flings his suit jacket back over his shoulder. “And I’ll tell you what your brother is too afraid to say,Don’t fuck Donnelly.”
“Whoa,” Farrow head-snaps to Charlie and glares.
My pulse accelerates.
Charlie doesn’t stop. “He’scontaminated.Disease-ridden—”
“Charlie,” Farrow warns.
Before Donnelly shifts his gaze away, I catch his anger and his hurt. He loves the Cobalts.
“—you fuck him, you die,” Charlie tells me. “You understand that; I know you do.” Because Charlie has read most of my smut, including the ones with my favorite trope. “Nowisn’tthe time to fall for him.”
Too late.
“You want to make a point like that again,” Farrow says heatedly to Charlie, “don’t be surprised when you meet an ending you won’t like.”
Charlie opens his stance. “Go ahead. Hit me.”
Farrow speaks into his comms mic instead. “Oliveira, come collect your baggage.”
Nowthathurt Charlie. His cheek muscle twitches. Then he gets in Farrow’s face.
My eyes grow.
“Hey, hey!” Moffy sets Ripley on the floor.
