He kissed me, and I kissed him back, my mouth still half-full.
Silence.
“Say something, Pirate. I need…”
“Stay away from him,” he blurted out.
“Why?”
“I mean, he’s hot, not going to lie…”
“Focus, Pirate. Yeah, I got that part. And, you know, planning on having some fun,” I added with a wink.
“He looks like trouble,” Pirate said.
I choked on my water, spitting it out. “Him? Trouble?” I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
“Hmm, that actually turns me on,” I whispered.
“What turns you on?” Makarius asked, plopping down next to me.
“Thanks, Pirate,” I muttered, turning to Makarius. “It was a private conversation.”
“Oh, I’m hurt. You slept in my arms; I thought we were a thing.”
“What are you talking about?” I felt the anger rising.
“Can I suggest something?” Pirate chimed in.
“No,” w
