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Story: Petty AF
“What? Why?”
I shook my head. “Text him and tell him that I love him.” Fuck! “No!” I shouted. “Tell him that we’re going out to celebrate and that I love him.” Oh. My. God. “Don’t tell him that! Just tell him not to come here!”
“River, what the hell is going on?”
“I love him.”
Otto snorted. “I know. You said it like five times.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. He really didn’t get it.
“And if he comes here, I’m going to tellhimfive times.”
“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh! Oh, shit!”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. This is okay. We can fix this.” He fumbled with my phone, growled, then handed it back to me. “I need your face. The screen is locked.”
We managed to unlock my phone and pull up my recent text messages with Deaton. Completely spiraling, I hadn’t considered what might be in them until Otto looked up at me, his eyes almost as wide as mine.
“Is that even physically possible?”
“Otto, please,” I begged. “We can talk about my sex life later, but I really need you to focus right now.”
“Calm down. It’s fine.”
“How is this fine?”
“I mean, it’s going to be fine,” he reasoned. “Right?”
“You’re asking me?”
“I don’t know!”
“Just text him,” I urged.
“Okay, okay. Quiet. Let me think.”
He had just started to type out a message when the bell for the front door of the studio chimed. We glanced at each other, then both turned toward the open office door. We didn’t accept walk-ins, and neither of us had a package scheduled for delivery.
“Your client?” I asked, hopeful.
He shook his head. “It’s too early.”
“River?” Deaton called, his voice ringing through the space.
My heart crashed inside my chest, my legs buckled, and if I hadn’t caught myself on the edge of the desk, I would have ended up on the floor. “What is he doing here?”
“Hide!” Otto hissed. “I’ll tell him you had to leave.”
“I’m not going to hide,” I snapped. “I’m freaking out. Not cosplaying as a toddler.”
It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Deaton would just sniff me out. Stupid werewolf.
“Back here!” Otto called, his tone bright and cheerful.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I shook my head. “Text him and tell him that I love him.” Fuck! “No!” I shouted. “Tell him that we’re going out to celebrate and that I love him.” Oh. My. God. “Don’t tell him that! Just tell him not to come here!”
“River, what the hell is going on?”
“I love him.”
Otto snorted. “I know. You said it like five times.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. He really didn’t get it.
“And if he comes here, I’m going to tellhimfive times.”
“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh! Oh, shit!”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. This is okay. We can fix this.” He fumbled with my phone, growled, then handed it back to me. “I need your face. The screen is locked.”
We managed to unlock my phone and pull up my recent text messages with Deaton. Completely spiraling, I hadn’t considered what might be in them until Otto looked up at me, his eyes almost as wide as mine.
“Is that even physically possible?”
“Otto, please,” I begged. “We can talk about my sex life later, but I really need you to focus right now.”
“Calm down. It’s fine.”
“How is this fine?”
“I mean, it’s going to be fine,” he reasoned. “Right?”
“You’re asking me?”
“I don’t know!”
“Just text him,” I urged.
“Okay, okay. Quiet. Let me think.”
He had just started to type out a message when the bell for the front door of the studio chimed. We glanced at each other, then both turned toward the open office door. We didn’t accept walk-ins, and neither of us had a package scheduled for delivery.
“Your client?” I asked, hopeful.
He shook his head. “It’s too early.”
“River?” Deaton called, his voice ringing through the space.
My heart crashed inside my chest, my legs buckled, and if I hadn’t caught myself on the edge of the desk, I would have ended up on the floor. “What is he doing here?”
“Hide!” Otto hissed. “I’ll tell him you had to leave.”
“I’m not going to hide,” I snapped. “I’m freaking out. Not cosplaying as a toddler.”
It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Deaton would just sniff me out. Stupid werewolf.
“Back here!” Otto called, his tone bright and cheerful.
“What the hell are you doing?”