Seth’s—uh, more private parts. I kind of didn’t want to see his face tonight.
The knock came again, more urgent. Groaning, I went to the window and opened it. Thankfully he was fully dressed. “What?”
Seth loped over the windowsill, inviting himself in. “Nice jammies.”
“Shut up.” I grabbed a sweater off the bed and slipped it on, wishing I’d put on long PJ bottoms instead of shorts and a thin tank.
“You know, I don’t care about the tag marks. Makes you look dangerous in an extremely hot way.”
“It’s not the marks I’m covering up, and you know that.”
“Partly true and partly a lie. The scars embarrass you, because you’re incredibly vain for a chick who wants to be a Sentinel. And you’re uncomfortable being half-naked around me—”
“I’m not half-naked! And I’m not uncomfortable around you. And I’m not vain.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” He sat down on my bed.
Okay. I was lying. Vanity wasn’t the worst sin and yeah, Seth made me uncomfortable for a lot of reasons, but that wasn’t the point. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to check on you.”
My brows furrowed. “Why?”
His glanced around the room, his gaze settling on the clothes scattered around. “Can’t find what to wear?”
“Uh… I was just going through my closet.”
“I can tell.”
I sighed, rubbing my forehead wearily. “What do you want? As you can see I’m kind of busy.”
A brow arched. “I know. What an exciting life you live, going through your closet on a Friday night and all.”
“Yeah, not all of us have the exciting life you do, Seth.”
His lips split into a satisfied grin. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You’re mad at me.”
I stared at him and lifted my arms, waiting for a better explanation.
“You’re upset over this afternoon.” He pushed aside several potential choices for tomorrow as he leaned back. “Were you jealous, Alex?”
My jaw almost hit the floor. It took me a moment to respond. “I’m confused to why you think I’d be jealous.”
Seth gave me a knowing look. “Perhaps you’re jealous of Elena?”
“What?” I picked up a cute sweater I’d bought before we’d gone into lockdown. “Me, jealous of Elena and her Tinkerbell hair—don’t think so.”
He stretched over and tugged the sweater out of my hand. “Oh. Catty, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. If I’d only known about your Peter Pan complex, I would’ve introduced you two sooner.” I reached for it, but he rolled it up into a ball and tossed the sweater across the room. “Ugh! You are so annoying!”
“Just admit you’re jealous. That’s the first step, and the second step is doing something about it.”
I glared at Seth. “I could care less what—or who—you do in your spare time.” Then something struck me. “Wait. You know what? This is messed up.”
“Do tell.”
“Everyone jumps me about how every single thing I do is a reflection upon you, but you’re doing people in the garden! How is that okay?”
“You make it sound so distasteful.” He smiled much like a cat. “Don’t knock it until you try it. Oh. Wait. You haven’t tried anything , have you, my little virgin Apollyon?”
I swung out at him as hard as I possibly could. Anticipating my reaction, Seth caught my hand. His eyes flashed dangerously as he tugged me forward. My own momentum caused me to stumble. I ended up falling forward.
Seth twisted onto his side and circled his arms around me. “Always hitting,” he said cheerfully. “I think we should work on your manners.”
The side of my face was smashed into a pile of shirts that had gone into the “maybe” pile. “Oh, come on. You’re wrinkling all my clothes, you jerk-face.”
“Your clothes are fine. I want to chat.”
I tried to elbow him, but his arms clamped down. “Really, you want to talk right now?”
He wriggled closer. “Yes.”
“And we have to be lying like this for what reason?”
“I don’t know. It
The knock came again, more urgent. Groaning, I went to the window and opened it. Thankfully he was fully dressed. “What?”
Seth loped over the windowsill, inviting himself in. “Nice jammies.”
“Shut up.” I grabbed a sweater off the bed and slipped it on, wishing I’d put on long PJ bottoms instead of shorts and a thin tank.
“You know, I don’t care about the tag marks. Makes you look dangerous in an extremely hot way.”
“It’s not the marks I’m covering up, and you know that.”
“Partly true and partly a lie. The scars embarrass you, because you’re incredibly vain for a chick who wants to be a Sentinel. And you’re uncomfortable being half-naked around me—”
“I’m not half-naked! And I’m not uncomfortable around you. And I’m not vain.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” He sat down on my bed.
Okay. I was lying. Vanity wasn’t the worst sin and yeah, Seth made me uncomfortable for a lot of reasons, but that wasn’t the point. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to check on you.”
My brows furrowed. “Why?”
His glanced around the room, his gaze settling on the clothes scattered around. “Can’t find what to wear?”
“Uh… I was just going through my closet.”
“I can tell.”
I sighed, rubbing my forehead wearily. “What do you want? As you can see I’m kind of busy.”
A brow arched. “I know. What an exciting life you live, going through your closet on a Friday night and all.”
“Yeah, not all of us have the exciting life you do, Seth.”
His lips split into a satisfied grin. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You’re mad at me.”
I stared at him and lifted my arms, waiting for a better explanation.
“You’re upset over this afternoon.” He pushed aside several potential choices for tomorrow as he leaned back. “Were you jealous, Alex?”
My jaw almost hit the floor. It took me a moment to respond. “I’m confused to why you think I’d be jealous.”
Seth gave me a knowing look. “Perhaps you’re jealous of Elena?”
“What?” I picked up a cute sweater I’d bought before we’d gone into lockdown. “Me, jealous of Elena and her Tinkerbell hair—don’t think so.”
He stretched over and tugged the sweater out of my hand. “Oh. Catty, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. If I’d only known about your Peter Pan complex, I would’ve introduced you two sooner.” I reached for it, but he rolled it up into a ball and tossed the sweater across the room. “Ugh! You are so annoying!”
“Just admit you’re jealous. That’s the first step, and the second step is doing something about it.”
I glared at Seth. “I could care less what—or who—you do in your spare time.” Then something struck me. “Wait. You know what? This is messed up.”
“Do tell.”
“Everyone jumps me about how every single thing I do is a reflection upon you, but you’re doing people in the garden! How is that okay?”
“You make it sound so distasteful.” He smiled much like a cat. “Don’t knock it until you try it. Oh. Wait. You haven’t tried anything , have you, my little virgin Apollyon?”
I swung out at him as hard as I possibly could. Anticipating my reaction, Seth caught my hand. His eyes flashed dangerously as he tugged me forward. My own momentum caused me to stumble. I ended up falling forward.
Seth twisted onto his side and circled his arms around me. “Always hitting,” he said cheerfully. “I think we should work on your manners.”
The side of my face was smashed into a pile of shirts that had gone into the “maybe” pile. “Oh, come on. You’re wrinkling all my clothes, you jerk-face.”
“Your clothes are fine. I want to chat.”
I tried to elbow him, but his arms clamped down. “Really, you want to talk right now?”
He wriggled closer. “Yes.”
“And we have to be lying like this for what reason?”
“I don’t know. It
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